The 3rd and the Mortal
EP • 1995
I stand above myself Left to a crumbling reality. I watch the panorama, views. So fright and hide and hide, this evil force Leads me to the other mind. New rose, new rose. Rise, manic depths of depressors. It decides for us as the lights sway In this world of desertion. Feel no regret in this pit of oblivion. Don't let a trace stay in my mind.
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Nov 12, 2025
They never told me why I had to stay in the yellow house Beside the edge of the world Where the weather had no colours. White fog slept in the deep frowns Of the landscape. And then the sun showed up On my father's painting. We walked over a bridge Into a forest Searched to find seldom flowers.
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Nov 12, 2025
In a meadow I have vanished, Between oaks and daisies And the old and beloved grasshoppers. Sounds that embrace me, The wind chases the fragrance of morning, My days of obey. I breathe in the book all I'll ever be: Out, floating, touching the yellow blood-flowers, To the beat of my, of my whisper. Shall I ever rise above, Make a detachment, So that the tweaks crack and the growing stocks Get bowled up by the ruins? The strength, the strength of this moment Is like morning dew, morning dew, Drops that filled green veins like crystal-clear blood. And I wait all day who slept In the meadow tonight, This cold night.
Submitted by Finntroll — Nov 12, 2025
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