Miles Away
The hate of this world and sorrow are the pain in me that i can't bear. but I can start over. Without no goals, life is too slow. Imbalanced needs, icebounded dreams made 'em leave. So close the door, I won't be seen again. You made my day begin. Forever lost to day where we are. My lonely cries are wept away. I gave away my life to death ana now I die. I hpoe you cry. I am dead even if you see me. I can't live as I want to. The words I say and still you don't hear me. I can't leave even now whrn I want to. And I want to die soon. Discord is on view. But this ain't the time, I can't leave. So close we are but I can't feel you. You took my will to live. ...and now I die.
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
Year after year I am bending to collapse. As the years go by feeling's bending down. As this anger fulfils me I still feel unfilled. So I close my eyes as I compare my life to a line. As I prove you my lies. And as I remember I have felt before. Day after day I keep seeking myself as the days go by I don't find it. As this anger fulfils me I still feel unfilled. And I weep for me. As this moment fills me I can't feel it. I climb to a start. I find two stars, me and myself.
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
I haven’t showered in weeks Taste the sour on my teeth Give me an hour to speak And I’m gone I haven’t showered in weeks Taste the sour on my teeth Give me an hour to speak And I’m gone Wake up, get high, relax a bit I relapsed a bit Bruises on my shins ‘Cause the fuckin’ knee pads don’t fit Muzzle on the lacrid kid, was he just a accident Underneath the fabric, huddle, pretend that it’s magic It’s unfathomable, tragic that we cover up the past Replacin’ luggage with somе baggage Never actually hash it out, only brag on cash amounts And how wе’re doin’ better with the new ones that we’re beddin’ (Hey, yo, actually that sweater I returned, can I just get it? Can I just get it? Nevermind) I haven’t showered in weeks Taste the sour on my teeth Give me an hour to speak And I’m gone I haven’t showered in weeks Taste the sour on my teeth Give me an hour to speak And I’m gone And I don’t really miss you, I just miss myself While thinkin’ of the value onto which I really wish I held ‘Cause things are really different and that’s really hittin’ different Didn’t think I’d ever end a thing without another sittin’ But I kissed my love, forgiven what we did to fuckin’ Live with bunk conditions, such a prison Dug with love as the intention But in end, the intent Really don’t get mentioned We just cope by talkin’ shit Playin’ pretend like it’s authentic So many sent, but no one ever gets the message I digress, I have no answers, just a ponderin’ mind It’s the prophet for life Predict the future wrongs of mine With every single song I write
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 14, 2026
You say you are a week away. It seems to me in different ways. The days go by, I am missing you. You don't miss me, I know it's true. I know you're now miles away And you said it was only days. You're goin away. You should stay. You spend another day in there. Forgetting me in everyway. What is dying? If living is dying it means nothing. When living is nothing whats dying and when you die? When you die if you don't live? Whats living, where you are, when you are, where in time? Oh, if I could only make you feel as you do for him, for me.
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026