Of Art and Suffering
Its points are five, deeply rooted in my mind Clairvoyant I felt but one single mask hid all the faces One light cast all the shadows The picture remains incomplete Wind has died but leaves still flutter Chaotic universe of mind Just an open coffin Awaits at the wedding altar Still the bride is beautiful And relatives are taking pictures And in the winter's freezing gloom The garden has flourished to its bloom Chaotic universe of mind Is there ever a picture of my kind? Its points are five, deeply rooted in my mind Clairvoyant I felt but one single mask hid all the faces One light cast all the shadows The picture remains incomplete Wind has died but leaves still flutter Chaotic universe of mind If you can't make it complete Would you try your best and lie to me?
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 25, 2025
Is it always dark or am I just blind to light? Is it always cold or has my circulation stalled? My eyes are mere the eyes of a man My soul is cursed, my kind I've damned My chains are mere the chains of a mind My world subconscious expulsion of light I barely hear the silent wings Sometimes even darkness dims I never moved still I lost where I began Swift horse went by with the world on its back On sailed the longships captained by time I kept my share of darkness, the mere darkness of man I barely hear the silent wings Sometimes even darkness dims Is it always dark or am I just blind to light? Is it always cold or has my circulation stalled? My eyes are mere the eyes of a man My soul is cursed, my kind I've damned My chains are mere the chains of a mind My world subconscious expulsion of light I barely hear the silent wings Sometimes even darkness dims
Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 25, 2025
The existence set a gun to its temple And waited for someone to pull the trigger Tired shivering flame yearns away from the path This is nowhere leading and from emptiness deriving To my observant eyes no objects can be seen Just forms and thoughts fading, all senses escaping And they're not leaving, just disappearing Logic twists into a dream, reasons become irrelevant When the curtains are drawn It will all be gone In no place at all In no time to recall When the curtains are drawn It will all be gone In no place at all In no time to recall Where the sky is cruel and cold Where shelter no one offers, where all flames stifle I'll be watching as in one slow motioned moment The history erases itself
Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 25, 2025
Tonight the city is filled with a hollow song Its echoes fill my yearning soul With bitter mourning Cold and lonely I'm on my knees again What's new? Welcome home Tonight the city is filled with a hollow song See the people walking slowly Silent and afraid The city is filled with hordes of faces All the same empty eyes Staring right through me Into my heart, into my soul But there's nothing to see Nothing at all Feel the autumn's breath on your face when the seasons shift But it's always winter in my heart Feel the autumn's breath on your face when the seasons shift But it's always winter in my heart Feel the autumn's breath on your face when the seasons shift But it's always winter in my heart Feel the autumn's breath on your face when the seasons shift But it's always winter in my heart Tonight the city is filled with a hollow song Its echoes fill my yearning soul
Submitted by The Void — Apr 25, 2025
I'm the painter of human sorrows Creator of illusion you call life In my studio of higher arts I create masterpieces, one after one Yet there's nothing quite like The art of suffering Masterly I play a symphony With shadows and light For light and darkness Are just states of human mind And when you drift to sleep Your mind belongs to me The art of dreaming becomes real Nothing is what it seems So surreal This world I lay before your eyes Another brush stroke Another nail to the lid You can try to scream But no one hears My canvas is black And stained with tears This world I lay before your eyes Another brush stroke Another nail to the lid You can try to scream But no one hears My canvas is black And stained with tears For light and darkness Are just states of human mind And when you drift to sleep Your mind belongs to me The art of dreaming becomes real Nothing is what it seems So surreal
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 25, 2025
She wears a willow under winter's funereal burden Embosomed in cold and lightless chamber Washes her face with her own tainted blood Chalice of Ambrosian wine is empty like wish for life Inwoven eyes flow scarlet nectar As heaven screams enfolding divine murder Art thou drunk from suffering of thine? For thy tounge speaks the tounges of those forgotten to Hades Thou bury a curse together with thy body Slowly bleeding she watches moonlit fields from her window Gaunt and pale draped in black vapour Freezing heath stands dauntless at dying eve She's running out the threads of life Passing through the gates of ethereal mist She's running out the threads of life Passing through the gates of ethereal mist
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 25, 2025
In the darkest light performs The enchanting choir of shadows Bleeding its madness into me Leaving me fragments of things that never were whole Just broken glass, a masqerade from the past I heard the door and a figure came from the corridor Shapeless it was as told but Its tar black blood was gone I heard it got torn apart It settled by my table and leaned on Its scythe Which It still carried along though It had gone blunt and rusted through I listed to the weary sound of Its breath And together we watched the choir of shadows play All the way to the very last encore Until even the darkest light had gone And in the end there were no applause Only dust covered the empty hall And a sole harmonized, hollow heart In the darkest light performs The enchanting choir of shadows Bleeding its madness into me Leaving me fragments of things that never were whole Just broken glass, a masqerade from the past I heard the door and a figure came from the corridor Shapeless it was as told but Its tar black blood was gone I heard it got torn apart Until even the darkest light had gone And in the end there were no applause Only dust covered the empty hall And a sole harmonized, hollow heart
Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 25, 2025