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I know As well as My own name They will never Tire Our shallow Enemies Of forging new villains Man, made of mud In his master's house Where hands of his Order the machine Forged in the flames of fire Man, made of nothing In his master's house Where words drive Into his flesh like nails He knows. Like his own name He will never Understand these hollow Meanings. This crafting of all new divides He knows.
Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 25, 2025
The feeling Could almost be worn As easily As wearing a suit. Have become Blind in the search for light. Plateau of white Expanding into your dreams Time will never Return What is here Lost Making Deserts bloom But not for us We traded Our tending sky For his hands Plateau of white Expanding into your dreams Time will never Return What is here Lost Plateau of white Expanding into your dreams Sanded down by years And dried out by the sun Sanded down By the dark mantra of our times.
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 25, 2025
This Longitude Of Sleep In these eastern parts of a war, As threats drifting with days Built up like clouds meant To shroud all light - But this one here. But as threats, They never had much Of a real thunder to them. In the parts untouched by the war The same threats - Like rafts of birds - Would swing and buffet Sideways and through the Clouds meant to shroud all light - But this one here. But as threats, they never had much Of a real thunder to them. As fire brigades Continue to take on The furnace outside, We would swing through And down again Like those damned birds Through any joys In this Bloody mess of black And then back down again. While you were asleep I left the house With a burning ghost on my heels To chase down the clouds meant To shroud all light - But this one here
Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 25, 2025
As if catching a wave, Only to sink down In hope of no Floor on the way. As if in one refined click A fate would be sealed Without a single hint of a warning. As if soaring on wings wide In the bluest of skies And burnt so by the sun. As if one whisper Could brand me for good Burn a mark for all eyes to see. Door of a promise opened. And closed again. Believed it, Wrote all the names down Then leaned back and forgot. Nothing left there to link This stand-in to the real me
Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 25, 2025
Of Birth For Passing To escape With the rays of the sun And the mist of cold Climb into one Last view Of a garden Dressed winter's cleanest White Would it ring true Here, at the last mile to walk Would it ring true Here, at the breaker of the new Would it ring true Here, between birth and passing That this breath - Like a sparrow - Was meant to flee The grasp of winter's cold Life would barter loss For a new flickering of hope And quarrels for calm peace All Dressed winter's cleanest White Would it ring true Here, at the last mile to walk Would it ring true Here, at the breaker of the new Would it ring true Here, between birth and passing That all this breath like a sparrow Was meant to flee into A trade of birth for passing Without a shadow of doubt All words were heard And nothing was in vain In this trade of Birth for passing And the garden whispered freedom Said "You are free now, fly."
Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 25, 2025
Nights In White Satin [The Moody Blues Cover, dedicated to Miika Tenkula R.I.P.] Nights in white satin, never reaching the end, Letters I've written, never meaning to send. Beauty I'd always missed with these eyes before. Just what the truth is, I can't say anymore. 'Cos I love you, yes I love you, oh how I love you. Gazing at people, some hand in hand, Just what I'm going through they can't understand. Some try to tell me, thoughts they cannot defend, Just what you want to be, you will be in the end. And I love you, yes I love you, Oh how I love you, oh how I love you.
Submitted by Warbringer — Nov 17, 2025
Tide Shift What are those fangs in your flesh? Why are those teeth of fear Gnawing in? What are those words that you Wouldn't hurt a fly? Like the promise of a lower tax and A higher pay. Could even An unbroken wall Ever keep at bay This tide on the rise The river Behind a breaking wall The dam that is you. Where's all the courage of tomorrow? The courage to take a stand and Not to break. I can whisper it to you. It was spent ahead of time by the Scare of today. And floodgates will soon open.
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 25, 2025
Ordered To design and build from sand And stone a maze That would be fine and oh, prime. A maze that would meet The demand; Demand of make disappear. Ordered To design and build from tears And worry a maze That would be fine and oh, prime A maze that would meet The demand. But in this maze of mine you'll find No walls too high No stairs to climb No shine of gold No shackles to bind For I made my maze From the desert of soul
Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 25, 2025
Will work and try To heal myself Will repair and weld Together the pieces Will quench and drown And fires i have lit Will free the birds I have caged in Will travel in the cold To find a house of light Will call for the night To have it's ghost stand down Will breath life into The promise i have broken Will walk days in the sun To arrive where i can say: I am Here, at the house of light, come see me The night and I, In a parley now, believe me And all my words have weight again, hear me And all our wounds have healed me
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 25, 2025