Unveil the Curtain of Sanity
And if plunge into the past, you will surely see What horrifying death awaits for thee Thousands of tales and speak of pain Uncounted screams, and tortured limbs Engulfed by the fire or frozen yet living Hungry, diseased, or murdered in your linen! Now think how fortunate you will be To just wither away and never be Unveil the curtain of sanity...
Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025
Eyes gaze as the future unfolds To horizons, no foot set at their dawn Whence came this fear of dying that stole all our strength? When elders speak of broken trees They planet the seeds for forthcoming wind The forces and rhythms of war Flesh dying, a separation of souls Their eyes gaze to a future foreseen To horizons, no foot set at their dawn i played for thou tunes, and sang at the choir Circled thru and fro, voices coarse and sore Woth no lips, and no strings No pawns, and no kings Wisdom heard never before Immersed in blight, in horror, I've set foot in thou mind You let me in and i closed shut the door and I reaped you apart! No future could suffice For what I am here to explore When chaos reigns I shall stride through that door To claim all those dearest, thou shed tears upon and adore Forlorn, and shriveled (they'll be), to the furance them all And you invoked me before From the midwife's role until the burier's toll My presence grows within you all A drawing not for all to see You cannot resist it yet you are bound to the part I've weaved for thee And you, you invoked me before Hint of a doubt, turns swiftly to gore You cannot resist it yet you are bound to the part I've weaved for thee Till time comed and you will recall This body you wore Countless eons ago To flee from one battle Thus loosing the war...
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025
A story about a story told before... Questioins to answer and no ansers to a question asked before What advantage does a man have as he labors all his life under the sun ? As the wind lashes and time evades Forth comes the wind circles and goes forth back again... To nurse or planet an orchid only to remain with seeds again to bult, and harvest thin air... Carried away by spirits carried away... Perennial pain, night tears, rain and the sun in her place again Places unknown to man, and man who dont know their place Carried away by the spirits, carried away... The dead son of the dead No memories of the first and the last leaves no memory The wise is buried aside the fool A generation comes and withers away and the land forever standing The end is set, and so is the beginning Rather die as a lion, then live as a dog Rather go with a blast, and then fade to the fog To dream all night long, and awake at a bog Evil feeds on good, who breeds evil again Saw the dance insane Saw slaves on horses (and lords on foot) Riches turn to hay Minds and bone decay I saw flesh burning! The mortal coil-rendered into ash Oh all statues stoic, but hide a brutal demise The days of long since past... and old I have become All that was promised has turned to dust Hymns and prayers have come to pass Subdued and addicted, so perplexed, alas! And man within the mind's corridors-lost Saw the sounds and heard the sights I've seen the sounds, and I've heard the sights Nothing matters but myriad moments of grace...
Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025
The hours filled with a glowing light Now seem a distant sight As i wallow in the somber grounds of truth The eyes are cloaked by the void within A rough terrain reveals And a mere glance is enough The air itself contaminated with sadness Sharp shapes and threatening with sadness ...all around.. ..the wrecks of passion and desire Oh on wings of fire And steeds of steel Come salvation Harmony divine! Whatever price it my ask from me No matter what the cost should be It is the key to unleash my entity Obliterating the snares before me Restored to earth oh so it seems A dreamer in a nightmare! A star follow star and all are dim Piercing a thousand holes in my soul... Fierce beams struck my brow The soul of Nature sprang elate And mine sank sad and low! My loyal archer hate Volunteered to use his bow! Hope indeed appeared And brought dew instead of tears Here a parth revealed But it is me, left here, to struggle through the night... Wisdom weaved a web and there it carefully laid salvation and sacrifice
Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025