Clock of Eternity
I'm looking through dirty and moist window I see the life There are so much dust and ruins Trees tilt to the ground from languor There is a spanless desert behind the window Not a living soul outside Around the world and clock of eternity Run the herd of my memories Run the herd of my memories Run so fast but, but I try to recover shallow details from the past Clock never will spin in reverse direction Past illusions of the world are washed off by this dirt in an endless abyss Remained for me just something that survived I'll step on a threshold, will follow in the tracks of the last wind Stepping on a dusty road I move to nowhere I go to the sun for saving my soul from cold I drift around, return to this world Why? than, who I am… Around the world and clock of eternity Run the herd of my memories
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 24, 2026
Cold ground and no breath of air Now you are under the world itself No more signs of life and you don't care what happens to your body Just a beat and you'll turn into the ash But a long time your smell will hover in an empty-without-you world Erased the memory of your existence And you don't feel alive love anymore And sun doesn't warm your frozen body But is too close to you Grave with withered flowers And near not one living soul But once there's someone who crying, begging you to return Just a beat and you'll turn into the ash But a long time your smell will hover in empty-without-you world
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 24, 2026
Safety in the darkness, in the silence He tries to keep away from the light In the daylight he sleeps in the coffin, in his reckless dream Sink in a dead world of quiet He's the son of nightmare and pain He's the dead but his soul didn't liberate Maybe somebody will pass by his grave And hear vampire's moan and howl Himself makes a feast His birthday sun eclipse He's vampire-wolf who wildly howl on the moon King of darkness. Night worships him He's the son of nightmare and pain He's the dead but his soul didn't liberate Maybe somebody will pass by his grave And hear vampire's moan and howl
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jul 14, 2026
New day, the view changes behind the window Seems I lived through it many times 20th autumn and all the same so sorrowful In me became much colder, exhaust the rest of my heat I became indifferent as wind Grey as sky and cold as autumn rain I play this autumn part as I was born for it And I drop off old leaves, old leaves Autumn breathing brings me pictures which I already saw in past I see you on them, but you only there I paint in watercolor pictures and dreams Leaf through illustrations of us I leave the past behind the autumn's door I fall again... without you
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 24, 2026