Christs, Redeemers

O child, sing songs of farewell Usher this life into earth no longer a saddened being no longer a beggars hand outside they're crying fear not, for you are with me unyielding love turning suffering to ash do not weep for i am set free A life squandered A life redeemed

set my death to total isolation the heart has burned away never thought to have all the answers never loved nor learned to accept love never loved one from the grotesque masses. nearly alive not yet dead and i am near you but feel not from the nearness. to fall apart while others are happy driving a wedge between pain and greater pain. this is pain this is loss is this in love? is this enough?

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025

it lay before you in agony in last throes of death what is easy? to need reminding a bitter turning we hold in common only a part of what this work is melt away it is already in the dirt

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025

the thought of life and what is gone the joy of it and the curse of it living, what is the difference dying, the belief in significance

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025

a descent into other worlds and you unrelenting and you unwilling alone and wasting away through the years and what is coming you can't move at all i see this and cannot follow

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025

we walk in silence you to glory I to shame the pain of living holds no victory only humiliation

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025

a release for a heart wrecked by hate desire for outstretched hands that deal with abstract pain an answer in every tongue for everything a blade to kill your enemy a fire to fill your lonely hovel a heart to cure your lonely heart a lack of response an unheededness a terrible unknown

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025

your belief is your prison denial of the senses the pursuit of knowledge negation of belief denial of the species

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

adrift in time, to clothe the self in words and mislead others. lost, alone, to cloak the self in faith and mislead only you. unanchored to shroud the self in belief and defiance of knowledge. free of reason

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

now to know what's been gotten into what once hurt is normal now hobbled and hands are tied life worthless and devoid of any meaning. eyes are swollen and closing hands are ruined always hungry heads are hollow skin hangs loosely lack of sleep always watched pronounced fatigue no motivation always wanting hope has ceased no spark of life no joy total resignation no sympathy our curse all the world is a grave

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025