A Town Like This
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Those fields are the homes of thine angels Say thou sought me Say thou hears me Say thou feels me Near thee as I am... Pale visions of pale faces Illed pictures for their dreams... And yet with the lure of the merciless rose We saw the light & fled from all reaches of madness & delusion Sad dreams, melting & moulding me a tragedy today Whilst I am still... Pale visions of your sunken faces weigh time upon thee Lay aside her in velvet slumber With the touch of the worms We'll return for no-one... And yet with the lure of the merciless rose We saw the light & fled from all reaches of madness & delusion They call thee now, lift thy head These guests shall bring no fever But grant thee choice Now fly dear friend forever Traveling far away Through space & stars Glide with me dear friend & weave us away to the end
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 14, 2026
Turn in your chair, look to the grandfather clock Tick-tocking in the corner of the room As you are seated behind old mahogany The room almost a meeting room, musty & dull Skeletons of the past residents here Behind the panelled walls except one That old friend who sits staring suggestively Saying what who knows, those hallowed hollow holes Piercing the air from the deceiving alleyway below Behind the solemn body of the old man Who broke down and cried at the loss of his dreams In depraved departure Their desire for no-one to encroach on a silent existence Unwittingly unknown by the lonely souls Who frequent their phantasmic havens Amongst rodent ridden homes Through fungal formed windows peer See the broken stones on the outside walls of here See the cobbled floor and the bloodied door Where the secrets of insanity lay Behind the statues grim and grey Where you entered to (the) sounds of a weeping funeral Emanating from those statues below the loose fervent painting Of static waters in the fountains of sterile life
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 14, 2026
Come on down. Miss Grey I know you've met your grave New home for bleak days - Like ghosts and us Hurry down our way - You've nothing to do or say And you never could wait to die Open up that boxed memory for a moment or two Know it as plague and shake it into experience Joy and relief and not shudder or cold glance Regress to that vague play The dark rooms, creaking chairs and broken beds Hide what bends you into madness from the eggs to the snakes And the coilеd bones of her Satan's in bags Sevеr your vein from her heart And let not this hopeless love Pound out the juices of want Within her grey company Bring out those old photographs of black and white misery Collecting the family dust she smears the poison And clutches "The lake in the company of a swan" So wake my woman, be seated in your chair Carve the monster from your head And let the brown blood clot up in your tangled hair (Only one way to be free)
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 14, 2026
Life before the coffin When nightmares seep from thy wounds... And when the rusted blade of fate Dost slice thee from end to end With such cold yet careful carvings For there was only light to torment all blind For there was only dark to conceal sleeping shadows Re-animate the masque Thy coffined puppet and wretched human 'Tis I who magics this ’Tis I who is fiend Thou could shut thine eyes But never could thou forget about me I could show thee wonder trips Yet still thou wouldst leave mе alone to bleed I could show thee a shining sea For evеry undissected story But when shalt we fall in 'Neath thy crimson draped misery This is death, falling under oceans of soil Drink thy vision for poison shalt serve thee well Away... Spare thyself - rare times writhe afore us Thou cursed my name forever and never shalt I love thee I search thy sleep for nightmare so thou shalt never forget my face
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 14, 2026
I knocked at her room She opened the door And smiled at me in her red dress I stubbed my cigarette in an ashtray Took a glance in the mirror, admire my suit My eyes wandered the room Sweet-scented and neat She poured me a whiskey And said "be with me" So childish her eyes Matched a heavenly figure I was beckoned to come and seat on her bed With that I loosened my tie and kissed her so soft "My child you are mine So together we will be alone here tonight." Well, just you, me & old friend knife Now let me introduce you
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jul 10, 2026
Breaks into homes, charms untamed images Be it the lurker or lurer With the flair of swift shadow & humble mind Upon life it swarms, crawling & painting moral patterns I am idle player of coffin song I knock & then you listen with grey & blue faces And I'll be here... with a laugh... with a smile I descale the X dimensions & harvest human pains Control is merely state of mind You just lie back & take it one swift serenade Now, without a sound, just turn away No need to have tomorrow what I can have today Six red flowers in six red beds Soft, white bone & angel overture One does not part from that which is dear So keep your back away from his darkness... Don't wonder why we're here Well you said you were the wishing kind (I'm a) failed central stage performer (in a) six feet down theatre Come see me... I'm a star No monster may neglect me Any further than I am Be mine for one moment Alone I am this night Come & see me again I plead not to scar you against me I am what misery taught & its name Inside is death, not waiting nor wanting But creeping with a cruel precision Seek out a bitter excursion Welcome me in
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 14, 2026
The day I see you - I would be dead Like bottled flies & lonely friends with blades Here we go - to those devils slaves who swing out the night Deny what you were - Confess to them, confess to them You've got time to steal the day Now it's time for us to go Red heartpounding juice & crimson veined machine Sculptured names & condemned loves Pipes of the cold form flow before he switches you on To his shy and modest song Today I'll see you - you will be dead Like followed rats & a shotgun display Murdered mind & foolish play We're the secret makers of an unmade world...
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 14, 2026