IV: The Eerie Cold

Det är kallt här i dessa ödemarker Vakumförpackade desperation, kallare lär det bli Du påbörjade tomhänt, består med mindre än så Säg mig vännen min: är du nöjd? Så stirra nu ned i den becksvarta tomhet du kallar för framtid; Låt dig se, låt det ske...

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025

I många år nu har jag vandrat denna repititionens sällsamma stig Genomsyrad utav illviljans förslavande briljans Jag påbörjar den färd jag rest smaklöst antal gånger för innan Om och om igen, faller jag in i samma kolsvarta mörker om och om igen, drunknar jag i min eget förvållad gråzon Sekund som sekund, minut som minut Dag som dag, natt som natt Vecka som vecka, månad som månad Liv som liv, död som död

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025

Ingen kur kan hela den icke befintliga sjukdom jag bär En tvångstankens cancersvulst, våldsam men med storartad precision Konstruerad att till varje pris förvärra min leda Strålande, pulserande pina, förädlad i sinne, kött och själ Att välkomna, vårda samt att älska

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025

Ambivalence in the rising, as darkness comes binding Methods of purest salvation, cannot solve the riddles of cosmic creation A vision of everything burnt to the ground, a vision of a trampled racial crown Atop the mountain ridge, thousand are the sights that relentlessly itch Its a golden projection, a blessed opportunity The final direction, I will not be!

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025

"I think we ought to start our life old. And we have all the pain, and we're feeble. And we look at our friends, and they're feeble, they're 100. But every day we get younger, and we have something to look forward to. No need to kill yourself, there's hope. And then when you reach 20, 19, 12, 10...every day is really a new day. And it's really a miracle. And then you're a baby, and you don't know your life is ending, you just suck on your mother's tit and then you die..."

A suicidal haze, unreal like a torturous dream Old stinging mental wounds, still raw and fucking bleeding Drowning in the womb of misery, the mother of depression The slaughter of all hope, the grim death of compassion Sell your soul to evil, sell your soul to death ... suicide, suicide, suicide, suicide, suicide, suicide, suicide... A dead empty stare into the ruins of my world A world I have already left, so many years ago (Audio clip from American Psycho) There are no more barriers to cross All I have in common with the uncontrollable and insane The vicious and the evil All the mayhem I have caused And my utter indifference to the world I have now surpassed My pain is constant and sharp And I do not hope for a better world for anyone In fact, I want my pain to be inflicted on others I want no one to escape But even after admitting this There is no katharsis My punishment continues to illude me And i gain no deeper knowledge of myself No new knowledge can be extracted from my telling This confession has meant Nothing

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025