The Lady & the Torch

Words slip away from my hands, blend with sweat and rot down into your mouth. Come and take a look: it's me, over there, flying over the fog from your dirty breath. Hiding the dizzying sound of your hair. Hiding the dizzying sound of your shoes, Listen: someone is entering this noisy room, there is no space out, so, please, come inside, Have you swallowed them? Have you heard what I gave you? I may slay these words with blades, recovering tender wounds with tears Deception is my burnt wing, I'll take you to my promised land Then I can just step you on the floor, and you'll know: pain sustains my heavy weight Around your teeth. Cry not.

Submitted by The Void — Apr 25, 2025

Show me your face, frighten lady. Beg me aid from my last resort For no one can answer your envy. For no one can bring up your core. Shall not cover the realm from the light, Leave seclusion of men when it's time Raise your veil and let tears fall behind. ( I ) Provide you lucidity for less than a dime. Wait the sleepless hours and come from the back No one can hear your trembling voice, ( but me ) Perspire ill whispers and lay down in quick Frighten lady: a sumptuous cosmopolis. Allow me to decipher your raving branches ( and ) gather no pain from fragments. Retain memories in a labyrinth stretch Pulsate your continual segment.

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 25, 2025

I cannot see your eyes' color, They are empty, who has stolen its brightness? Your pale lips were so sweet over my mouth, Where had your smile run to? Weeps go warm when I touch your cold body, I remember cheer days while holding you lifeless hand. You have blinded me, I have illusions no longer! Only a bitter feeling of sadness. Doubtful sensations go through my flesh, Confused, I let fear controlling my emotions. I feel noir embracing me with its warming and lovely arm, I belong to her as life belongs to light. Touched, an angel heats me in his arms, Pour over me all of his fault. I am his pleasures' accomplice Burgeon of your fester...

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 25, 2025

Whispers from time is heard and embrace dead trees Autumn falls merciless, crossing land: pale season fades man Nothing is done, nothing but dirt, and places damp seize. In flames, you call the heartless, draining mind: bloody No quimeras, only empty blows out of gentle desire Fancy thrusts the mourning mood fairly slow Dissemble hideous beatings steadily arose Suavity holds drums sounds along with dim rays Shame hangs sagacity above groans of grief Liquor spreads nonsense chords in oaks Bride's velvet embraces cold corpses. Oh wind! Carry my conscious. Untie my presence. Struggle with men's contempt Deceive the illusion of being a knight. Effusive delirium states above certainty; All is nothing: truth is a fake. Hoisting sounds from pallid stars Devote sonorous pain to eternal rest Young Faith's sordid smile ponders: Memory in Mausoleum, mendacity in me!

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 25, 2025

As soon as tears fall, poetry sings a song, Body strains the drops and gives them breath, World stops around: no sound, cheers no long, Whirlwind insults "la Petit Mort", signs of dearth. Your bright eyes reveal traces of light Contempling the tears in the tarnished face ( that ): Altough may be deformed, shows authentic sights Of weakness and defeat by frustation and grace. Sweet young lady, "Liaisons" decorate your beauty-dress "Broderies" fasten your shining arms. It is me who dresses you and, within myself, I own your cloth. But she will fade as mortality re-emerges. Clothes are now "noir", long black retails of the song. Silence. Cold. Rain. A bitter drop drains the sad leaf as tears fall!

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 25, 2025

Expelled from my land, burglar. Glory and honor weren't enough promises to my name. Am I coward? So said my past. But I'll prove him. Remembrances blind reality. Desire to kill my bride? I am killing her. Blood, blood on my hands. Blood of a woman

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 25, 2025

By the time he was by himself at Stragon's shore, With imperfection, like a maculated glass, his hands gathered water toward his face An once naive movement became desperation, while He had been told by the wind's howl about the presence of Musa, the Wizard. - "Aue dominus" ! There had been a sad struggle by the forest. Shall I ride you home, foreigner? - Shall I be abulic? Take your "vitae" out of here. "Adieu" my friend! - my "vitae" has brought this world hope and truth for the weakens. - take a look at me and wonder if what you have just said is really acurreted! There were honest words, though truth is not made of good will As his defensive spells are not much stronger than a whisper. Like a battering rum, steel broke into his fortress At that time, he had sealed an endless marriage with the Pagan. Hiding his actions, covered the man within the land. The "Requiem" .

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 25, 2025

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Forecasting the eastern rage, dust from the ground raises like black cloud covering the horizon line. An earthquake pushes dropping dry leaves around me. A crowd without a name! Chaos! Voices!, those who had never seen each other before, Eyes, Steps. those who do not know each other, Chaos! Voices! (Victor Hugo in Feuilles d'Automne) Those are in a desperate union of destiny: the will to survive And I wanted to survive! The truth came with the first relieved breath of outcast.

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 25, 2025

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