25th Hour; Bleeding

Into Delirium "Feel my blood running thick through your veins. Taste my wine of delicious temptation": Pulsating deadly lust! Couldn't hear the cruelty coming With its sweat seducing voice Black ropes around their white necks Deluded into delirium you watched them die, with a smile I have seen them bleed I have seen them scream In this predestined black world Soon to fall apart Those sweat little lips, once so smooth and warm Is now formed into something grotesque Deluded into delirium you couldn't feel it coming, from behind Ooh what a sight, The destruction that I behold Walking the oblivion's edge With your head in your hands Your body and mind That you no longer own Is beginning to fall apart Deluded into delirium you will die, empty . . .

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 25, 2025

Naked skin, inside the women gallery Icebound minds, frozen drama of their life Wanting out, to break away, leave it all behind This hoary fever killing all of their kind Imprisoned flesh, sold open on the streets Pavement romance screams at me Open up, spread'em wide, swallow stiffened pride Don't ever let them see you blind All laid bare, on broken glass The cutting of flesh, the favourable ground, Cold and wet, calling them, calling me For all eternity... Sleeping poetry among the thousand obscure chambers and their beauty at night Viscous scenes after dark reflecting fantasies projected by delusion as a child That's for whom I bleed, and that's for whom I weep It's for all of those who need be saned from childhood pain Are you willing to see, all the blackness in me? Pointed like a spear of rage against their pavement game Pass it on; let them taste the fears Do unto them as they have done to you Sweet revenge on those bitter faces You'd best enjoy it while it lasts

Submitted by The Void — Apr 25, 2025

A mental pyroclastic flow of burning fragments A stream of chaos intertwining, melting, fusing the last remains of humanity, into a glowing body I'm pounding and pounding this body into shape I anticipate the course of events Hammering its syntax to fit our needs A blacksmiths of mental confinement My anvil consisting of visions to come My hammer, the vortex of god All the blood sweat and tears in changing our fate Who am I really to change and create? Save me from presumption One universe away from... Save me from presumption One universe...

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 25, 2025

Embodied Embodiment within reach Soul affliction is giving in Rejected by a vulgar god In human flesh and blood Resurrection from the skies And all our divine liesv All the scars as time went by You never turned around to watch me die Intensified predicament Rapped up in disgust The stench of revived knowledge In vulgarity we trust Restricted by our ignorance We cannot intervene The plague of independence Rages in all our genes We will: Face our god In flesh and blood We'll pay our sins Ignominy embodied

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 25, 2025

-From the womb of chaos I've been released, into a world of sorrow, pitchblack without belief You've wandered off somewhere, now I can't find you With fevered eyes I've searched, this black posterity A million times for you Unique, unheard-of, suppressed by all mankind, This 25th hour of death stands revengeful and divine The undercurrent of our consciousness, sucking us down Sooner or later drowning us in oblivion -I have cries for you, a multitude of tears has fallen This sadened side of me, my friend composed by death, Will also come to you, handed your notes to play eternal In time we'll see which one of us that bleeds the most Serene, reticent but indomitable this symphony proceeds Conductor: Death, Orchestra: Man, in the 25th hour; bleeding This blood-red undertow of existence, sucking hard Dragging us all down, bleeding reality in its face!

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 25, 2025

Frequencynic An immediate horizon approached straight ahead Did we also lower us to the point of explanations? She came, simultaneously melting into a frequency, voluptuous A comfort disappearing as quick as me, away from anew light A circle in which I am dying An exit, a solution to a crossword of people who if they knew, their screams would fall onto deaf ears Just the same would scream at the pain. A nuanced shade in a black and white picture witch has been deprived of its greyscales A painful annoying laughter at existence Slides down my spine and devours all but the end A permanent background noise, fairly strong Disturbed us from outside Frequencynic gave in and left soundward the greyscale returned This circle in which I am dying This exit, this solution to a crossword of people Who if they knew, their screams would fall onto deaf ears Just the same would scream at the pain. We are the source of complexity in being, Composers of reality, multiple and none, Observers of the future, present and past, Prepare to encounter with your provenance

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 25, 2025

All Of Reality Help me, please help me, the faces are dying Everything's dying, but only for me Nobody's crying and nobody's smiling Expressions for feelings are long since gone All of reality as it comes to me False sensuality is our destiny Patterns is drawn in an opened presence The words and the light Desperately dancing, shouting in fear Cold, fervid regression of the smile There's no greater pain than the memory of past pleasure in present days of sorrow But still,the past will always be a prologue Straight through the anguish I speak from the earth To you in your night of despair The scream, the smile from the cradle, that all of us meets, dark and shining The prologue's begun, we can not escape But this dance only lasts for a while No one has stopped all the faces from dying, so now I'm dying too

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 25, 2025

That night it surfaced again,she'd felt closing in Like a hand of steel, bending the carefree neck Tightening so hard until she brake, free from fever, Free from everything, at least for now... The morning brike, sunbeams shattered her fear A new day dawning, but still the same Pounding headaches, the returning of fever Not having the strength to fight it off Her esteem for darkness tore her deep down As nighttime advanced, on the sl, stressful She's out cold, blank features, no movement -Come get me, I'm dying, please help me! Her eyes shine, they blind me, can't help her I listen, her heart stops, and I die with her I'm shivering, feverish, broken down by constant grief At nighttime I meander, blaming myself She became that hand of steel bending the carefree neck Tightening so hard I'm out cold, blanck features, no movement My eyes shine, I'm blinding, can't save me Don't want to, let me go, sleep away...

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 25, 2025

Painted A Life She comes through the painting Into this world Born and bred by colours With the light as her God Following every move I make Every step I take is observed Killing my thirst of longing Far beyond the boundaries of death I'm running down a sunlit path Strengthened stroke by stroke The brush, creating lives It's like the hand of God But this God is the pastureland of the weak Where we will never set foot Life's distorted by these low-minded Made into a dismal path Affection sinking below horizons of disgrace Subsequently dying, immersed in blackened ignorance The stench of sickening hypocrisy Hiding from the truth behind walls within Constantly reinforcing them in this world, this world of painters In the arms of midsummer embrace I leave my body to the wilderness My thoughts they fall from grace To discover the secrets of nature In this world, this world of painters

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 25, 2025