The Haunting

I hear the languages of south as a dark angel accepts me under her wings, with dry skin and soft eyes I head into oblivion through this tunnel of light. My heart appears new and unaccessible in divine blood. I lived without victory until now but right here in the milky light among monsters I thrive. I'm dying in joy. It's pure violence in my mind when I take account of the past I am handsome in my death, really beautiful soothed by my departing soul. Shifting away I don't care as it is no longer mine. I have a vision and now I step on to the bridge to learn the horrendous wisdom of life.

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025

Snow falls into her open coffin I'm looking at her frozen face someone has painted a smile on the face of death. Unprepared to her sudden exit the fast arrows of my imagination are flying through the air, Confused in this madness of the flesh I feel I've been tricked. Who holds the answer to this? Sweeping rain of tears pounds the earth and echoing cries reach the universe Misery descending on my days I'll pay whatever price I have to pay. Go now, get prepared so you will be able to understand this internal hell

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025

If these trees of old could speak, ...oh the stories they could tell, a time when might sat high upon its mountains Those days of pride blew away with the wind But now silence rules this land and everything seems to be mute Only the streams are weeping mournfully but if you listen their cries you can hear they're whispering and say: "We will conquer what once was ours" Centuries pass and the trees of the forest have grown thicker and stronger, the snow sparkles in the winter sun, a raven perches high upon a snowy branch to view the landscape. As I walk along this winter path I think to myself will it ever be as it was when mighty people of long ago roamed these lands. When I cupped my hands to drink at a pool of water near a stream, I realized the answer was yes, for the wind blew the trees so the sun shone against the water and I saw my reflection, ...I saw the portrait of a heathen. And I hear as the stream whispers...

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025

As the hour comes She opens up like beautiful rare flower Blood offered, desire taken She looks through blue glass A white witch of my spirit bathes in the black river of her blood. I feel sacrificed She feels only the night that turned into a dance. The key to immortality falls into my hand My whole existence is taken by this scene. Unfulfilled souls gather to watch as she bites my feeding hand. We unite in the sweet tasting dream of enlightment Dawn find this world quiet, cold and unbearable...

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025

I see your star... shining Far away up in the high... Someone calls me higher and higher I fly up Someone strews my wings with lead ...I'm falling... ...I can't see you... ...and I... fall into the dust.

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025

Your memories torture you with pain They hurt you, don't they? Spasm of pain, are you sweating? They don't leave you alone with the loneliness of your mind. Who is that? Who does speak? You could embrace with one movement but it fades... it has gone! Your brain, in front of your body. Do you feel your consciousness in your hand, and the similarity with one movement? It has come back! It speaks! Everything is moving again! Are you growing weaker? Its face has been satanic!!! But the Dreamsoul strikes down Disappeared!!! Your living wraith. The world ebbs, abates, calms down What's going on? You seem tired and confused but tomorrow is already near!!! What is this silence? You will never know... What tries to stay in silencearics...

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025

Centuries pass slowly I'm looking at the appearing memories in silence There is no existence, only the neverending flotation In the sempiternal dark of cosmos The path has come to an end I've broken free from the earthly bound of my body That was a heavy stone on my soul I'm travelling in space I'm lonesome but not alone The stars are my companions They call me with their icecold brightness But they are far away from me and I'm suffering The permanent coldness shackles me Another dimension of existence it is As I am left by myself in the dark

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025