Only Hate Left
I am my worst hostile Exploring the fold dregs of my soul Expecting to discover a paradise place To hide my doubt and my wounds I'm training with my foot like a cursed ball and chain Persecuted, in this world, I'm shipwrecked of the life. I'm such a worn puppet, demolished. My soot up tread became heavy I'm losing myself in the dark crowds Where nobody can see me I'm looking for somebody, to shout my distress I'm looking for a friend to scream my despair I have always confronted the seasons alone But my heart, fall a slept by the night, Is dying with difficulty Whey the darkness of the nothingness seems to see me I am my worst hostile I am my worst hostile
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
This is war Crazy war We'll have to go to war The rule is simple Achieve this mission without dying Alternately they make ls swallow the pill The one which make ls feel Neither fear your pain It just serves to transform us In bloodthirsty monster The convulsions bring ye down The war animal seizes all my senses I'm becoming crazy I have to meet in the slaughterhouse This is war Crazy war War
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Her divine silhouette does not leave my failing memory And the compulsive desire urges me To consume the product The ardent sky gets up but the sweat freezes me From the dawn the drives disorder my nervous system I have to feed my blood already rotten by the drugs And wait whey the bitch will return Love is hate border and the same potency of death My life scrolls in my heal Chaining failures this fallen angel I have become The night was long nevertheless the fever Did not come, did not come down again Under its influence, I am not more than the slave Of the poison, and addict of the passion I fall on the knees satisfied but tormented by the regret Te have … to kill my wife Will be my last bad trip before joying her or tomorrow. The hours pass and my state is for its peak So much grams of drugs made their effects I hear her steps in the staircase Another track before the slaughter
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
But what's happened to me I have the impression to be on another planet To live a nightmare, awake Always this indescribable strange feeling Nevertheless, it is the reality And I cannot escape, escape it And I cannot escape it In spite of the long questionings And the uncountable analyses I still reproduce the same plays Evil was good to me As if the Devil came to annihilate me Never I would have thought of being also fragile I who felt me so strong, I who felt me so strong Untouchable in continuous torrents of feelings Which assail me from the outside And yow they bring me down. To understand. Now the sense of my contradictions. All these years to fight my other one Whey I think it, the palpitations choke The blood which rises to my brain, Nothing ever forgets itself, everything accumulates till the end As a bad dream where never we wake up
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
As they kept on devastating our planet It will be out of breath That our descendants will brew the air Inescapable, suffocation each fines In four corners of the world Each will its effort Suffocation But how much inequitable Each with its effort Some pray for a yarrow-minded From time immemorial of bread and little water Others implore the Gods Such a paradoxical injustice Take off quite Straight ahead to the abyss Shock of the cultures, shock of civilizations The climate escapes our control The blue planet belongs to nobody We do not inherit the earth of our relatives We borrow it to our children
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
It is for centuries That the psychic ailment was recognized But nobody believes me The word mania was used to describe The patients who laugh, who sing, and dance day and night Who show themselves in public And walk their head crowned with flowers As if they came back winners from some games Afterwards these people changed their mood Bipolaris Bipo… bipolar disorder Send back lo the mania and the depression Which are both extremes poles Between which the mood oscillates But typical in the human nature? The whore neurosis watches for us. The relations between melancholy Afterwards these people changed their mood To become languishing, sad and taciturn The relations between the melancholy Or periods of enthusiasms stale Let ask the questions Of the link between genius and madness
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
In perpetual translation in the space-tine I mediate to understand All these years falling to suddenly revived The demon's spiral becomes clear on the skyline This feeling suffocates me since lo much time In perpetual translation in the space-time He belongs to me but I hate him Corroded vision of my life My unconscious submerges me This kind of bitterness nurses me This diabolical enchantment Form the loop which degrade the situation The demon's spiral becomes clear on the skyline This feeling suffocates we since too much time I can't define this Clear on the skyline This feeling suffocates me since too much time All these years falling to suddenly revived I'm getting up once more to struggle Even if this poison gnaws my veins Because for me… only the hate left.
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
This fucking time goes so fast That I m often afraid of aging And not to be able to say To people who I love how much Much they matter My life past too fast to heal The burns of my existence My life past too fast to heal This fucking life is so short That everyday I am afraid of dying Before I knew to unveil My most profound feelings Hidden since too much time My life consumed so fast without understanding The meaning of my resistance My life consumed so fast without understanding Skinned alive, he is not raving He struggles, struggles against depression The animal concealed in the dark The pain does its way Pulling behind him the fear and The inexpressible sadness He'll maybe have to leave one day everything
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
In a condemned to terror place Cracked walls perspire of death And surround the warriors I would never have… Think of giving food to the story of my life Tears of blood. Because terrifying crying are not enough Because countless prayers don't rescue anymore It's my fury to throw me in the arena I have to liberate my anger Insalubrious walls don't contradict me Shocks Insalubrious walls I must destroy his skill His infected face without no mercy By insanity I would never have. Think… make just like that in my life. Face up to his screams of death And destroy these unbearable echoes I decided not to control anymore Neither hate for rage And never unlikely shocks to bleed Survive and wait for the next one
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
As usual when alcohol was absorbed, he comes back I feel this anxiety bring all my senses on red alert Always at the same times, the middle of the night I'm sleeping only one eye closed Adrenalin makes we leap whey I heard Row's scream and My mother's skull is striking the ground My blood boils whey my heart beats My organist is mobilized for the defense My perception of the danger presses me to act Te avoids an accident happened I'm looking at the keyhole of my room Injected of blood, my eye analyzes the scene It's time to stop It's only whey the peril is remote, we feel All the intensity of the fear, the attention loosen We start to shake and take completely conscious Of the danger's size which we face This day I have saved my flesh
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026