The Perilous Path of Pain
as if we weren't already trying to compensate the ruin we brought upon others. as if we weren't convinced that our lives bear nothing more than this carnal prison. great god of grief. a light drifting to me. release the grip. before you bare my shame. this was condemned to fail. this was already mapped out. grave consequence adorned with doubt. as if we weren’t considering our cruelties pulling the flesh towards putrid sin as if we weren't residing in the depths where great beasts sleep carrying our misdeeds great god of grief. a light drifting to me. release the grip. before you bare my shame. this was condemned to fail. this was already mapped out. grave consequence adorned with doubt. now i see that we are excellent in our ferociousness blinded with our own defects. still they are conspicious like lightning in stormlit nights. wearily wandering the sombre path to avert the burning sun of haunting the hearts of the worthless. of dwelling on lost memories of waiting for the silence of repelling the unalterable truth of that there is no doubt that we are the greatest disappointment that ever has shone upon this world.
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
You try to make things work and gain something It's all no use, it's all worth nothing Complete satisfaction, too impossible to believe Nothing's ever fucking gonna work for me Tomorrow seems so hopeless Can't keep it off my mind Another day of nothing I'm running out of time I've got nothing I can look forward to I'm always left with nothing I'm always told things I don't want to hear My destiny's become quite clear Life's never fucking given nothing to me It's just stood by and watched me bleed Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026