Nighttime Birds

The frost hits me in the eye and wakes me these are blury winters and I cannot see I walk into the white light of the snow when the sun comes I break it with my shadow which tales me where I go The frost hits me in the eye and wakes me I am the snow falling down on you I tear up your face with my frost And make you run to somewhere warm When I come I see you get away I burst out about your emptyness The frost hits me in the eye and wakes me these are blury winters and I cannot see

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 25, 2025

False eyes are staring disrespectfully and untrue the burden that we are carrying is way too much for me and you Sometimes it is better to lay don't you think? I'm evaporating a veil of smoke is what I am your thoughts will take on their way to grow old and to be certain Sometimes it is better to lay don't you think?

Submitted by The Void — Apr 25, 2025

I'm waiting for your hands to fold around my wrist I'm mellowing in warm grass and the scent of you I've missed And blue is representing the draft in my heart I'm wandering through thin skies and the transparent air I've missed Pale is my face you might want to colour while I breathe I'm following large drops of rain with my eyes on the sight of you I've missed

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 25, 2025

Mother Earth look at her closely she looks at her baby and she sighs the slight breathing pause that she takes it builds her and makes her strong She refuses to give her up and we close our eyes Her hands touch the round stomach and feel the kick The eyes that have seen so much cry with the water she starts to rinse her face And refuses to give her up And we close our eyes And you close your eyes

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 25, 2025

I'm at the waterside my cold feet are numb and I follow my dream I want to cross I want to get inside The clouds make a circle on the soil that I'm on and I trust what surrounds me I want to cross I break the storm through the clouds I'm at the other side I watch time pass and I see, I have to go along with the water that will lead the way and I feel, the rain on my head and the drops hit me one by one I break the storm through the clouds

Fear and sweat, my muscles ache I smile but it's just a fake I fade away it troubles me, what you're gonna say just a day away and you will be here to stay I wait and I wait and what I really hate is the panic that stops me from breathing my knees hit the floor and I panic more until you open my door

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 25, 2025

His hands hide inside a sleeve and little feet play with the ground beneath him while up in the sky is where he wants to be Time will fly and the wind plays with him the night will give him its charm While he walks home his head's up in a cloud he feels his pores fill up with fresh air and there is no doubt that one day he will be where the eye of his telescope has already been Night will pass but he's a lot faster no one can do him any harm

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 25, 2025

Their ways are open they spread as their wings they want to be certain of a warm surrounding When they fly through the night as beautiful nighttime birds The warm wind picks them up When they fly through the night as beautiful nighttime birds

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 25, 2025

To feel this great urge to hold and embrace you I slowly dry out I shrink and shrink until I'm gone nothing to make out of me oh what the hell went wrong my heart gets pulled out into your direction it's no use you have forsaken me

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 25, 2025

it has always been in the back of my mind dreaming about going to the corners of time i always wanted to fly in strange machines i wanna do centuries in a lifetime and feel it with my hands touch the world war II and Cleopatra flying... could it be that my dream would come true building a machine that would actually do what i want it to do russian revolution, let's do that in one day Beethoven and Gershwin i think that would be o.k. more than anything i wanna fly in strange machines i wanna do centuries in a lifetime and see it with my eyes watch Jesus rise, if he ever did flying... i wanna do centuries in a lifetime and feel it with my hands touch renaissance and Chaka Khan flying...

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Nov 08, 2025