Angstens Salt

A distant impression Seems to be in reach Toxic and tainted By your own conviction Messed up inner sight, Outspoken propaganda Transfiguration made to appease Self-appealing essence Like pheromones for the lies Elevated to higher purpose of your own creation Sins amplified for a rising despot Designed for scorched souls that remains Liquid fire fills the veins from thought to mouth Conscience numbed by the appeasing worship Vultures following the path to denial Verbal bursts that fuels the violence Ghosts of infinite power Slowly drained Paralyzed by shadows Wasted self-discipline Made for destruction Insanity made as prophecy Blind with open eyes Deaf with all senses intact Peeled to the inner core Thoughts oppressed to inner silence Drowned thoughts slowly fading Twisted nightmare Made to look like a fairytale Wallowing in self-pity destroyer of your equal Severed ties to humanity Destruction will therefore follow The horizon fading like a dried tears The circle draws outward, as ripples it grows Your dreams are witness to decay within Navigating the delirium The canvas of the struggle to come Woven in between the depths of your despair Torment disguised, a blessing A frame of ignorance become clear A vacant space where compassion is an illusion Silence of the screams to come A sequence of evil that will never end Dark matter of sorrow to come Disillusions of a soul in exile A broken vow turned to disease Chase the life line, its end is near Sorrow made by questions never raised Will the mind ever fail? Pain will follow, anger will prevail I have failed my way

Submitted by The Void — Apr 24, 2025

Between the layers of ignorance Feelings of hate push on It pains to suppress what feels natural Swollen ego which is hidden poorly The true appearance shows the violent fact A veil of insecurity is clear for you when the mask falls A natural gift shown as disease Where is it hidden? As holy it feels through your mind Silent swollen eyes watch what to come Open doors seems closed, by your inability Easing the pain Tightening muscles suffocating you Images guide the path through thought Your breath makes a vacuum for the heartbeat Laid to rest, by the rage grown inside A noise, a silence welcomed Heavy it weighs the burden, you took on Waiting wounds appear, pushing through Invisible tears, unheard screams A natural gift, shown as disease Where is it hidden? Holy it feels, through your mind The tracks washed away, denied A natural gift, shown as disease Where is it hidden? As holy it feels through your mind Senses, heartfelt fact Colored hate, by knowing what feels like fact Darkness is peace, light is a need Silent, thoughts of rage Easing the pain Tightening muscles suffocating you Images guide the path through thought Your breath makes a vacuum for the heartbeat A final blow, to a riddled mind One ultimate stroke to a damaged soul

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 24, 2025

Darkness leads me on, pushed by light Boiling inside, heart caged by the fire Steps swallowed by the snow Where to turn, how to feel The dark path to an empty place Hunted by myself, chased by my mind Waves of darkness, dark light shows the way Shivering muscles, tired soul Tears fall, ice drops Breathe out, suffocate Searching, hoping for sunset Pale light, visible darkness Illusion, your inner demon Empty inside, a gift of despair Shadows mark the snow Squeezing the heart, hard to breathe The darkness chases forward While the inner wind Turns the tide of memory The thoughts seek a meaning of the state I am in Deep, it leads but one way Fallen, but stands hurt and empty In darkness there is peace Is there a meaning to what to come? As we rest our troubled mind In a self-inflicted coma The rage fuels the battle to come Is there a purpose to the chase we endure? In need of a purpose, in need of a goal Silhouettes as signs Guides the march for release Nothing left broken pictures of memories As we rest out troubled mind In a self-inflicted coma The rage fuels the battle to come Conquering thoughts Creates a purpose for a push Searching, hoping for sunset Pale light, visible darkness An illusion, your inner demon Empty inside, a gift of despair

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 24, 2025

Alt er stille, tankene koker Når kan sjelen slippe fri? Tårer renner, men øyene er tørre Muskler knytter seg, men kroppen er død Alt er kaldt, men feberen koker Fanget av en tanke som ikke vil gi slipp Tungt kjennes byrden som veier så tungt Fritt, raser tankene på tilgivelse ifra deg selv Drømmer blir åndedrag, hjertet til maskin Blodet pumper langs sprukne vegger inn i mørke kamre Alt liv svinner Kalde sår, åpne for mørke Varmt blod, angstens salt Blek skjebne, slave til tilgivelse Svake tanker, mørke skygger Vil tårene sette deg fri? Våken, men sover i en skumring av dine skrik Falsk tid, gjør tanke til håp Så stille, det hyler Sort visjon, gir skjebnen mening Føl det som var, merk dine spor Smak dine tårer, fyll dine håp Kjenn din krampe, lengsel for varme Falsk tid, gjør tanke til håp Så stille, det hyller Sort visjon, gir skjebnen mening Føl det som var, merk dine spor Smak dine tårer, fyll dine håp Lengselens skrik mot åpen himmel Stjernene svelger det siste gisp Jaget av liv, drept av glød Mørket vil komme, mørket vil ta Drømmer blender, som livs vann det gir Kaos i system, orden i din bitterhet Falsk stilhet, ensomt liv Som støv i dine tanker som skygger i ditt vesen Lukk dine tanker for du kjenner din harme Bittert i smaken, som sår i sjelen Kaldt inne i din tomme sjel Tomhet viker for mørket Kalde sår, åpne for mørke Varmt blod, angstens salt Blek skjebne, slave til tilgivelse Svake tanker, mørke skygger Vil tårene sette deg fri? Våken, men sover Fanget av håp, fanget av deg Føl dine spor, merk ditt lys Indre natt, hamrer på din sjel Ensom skjebne, alene med ditt hat Fortapt med deg selv, i dypet av din sjel Brukket av ditt indre, sansene glemmer Sansene søker, virkelighet gir Årsak til glede, virkelig sinne

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 24, 2025

Converted by the legions march Euphoric thoughts, corrupted disillusions Spiteful, with flame in hand The pain will fuel the anger Never graced by the lie they all live Conflicts made by the silence of the word Flame by words, join the cult Praise the word, sickening desperation Controlled emotions, despise the masquerade Aggregations by the word Carved out by, aeons long ago The massacre performed by the masses Tattered minds chant the prophecy Voices rants the insane Mournful they try to bribe us As the self-made prophets they are Deceived as feeble aggressions Deprived of humanity An elite force of essence A struggle for gracious fortune Desperate wallowing in self-pity The rhetoric of the ignorant Inception of everlasting darkness A war waged by fear Give, and you shall be given to Imminent self-destruction of the aware mind The plague of the herd Gathering strength, for the final blow The utter consequence of denial

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 24, 2025

Abundant are the forces that force your hand In the midst of a struggle, as a quarrel it appear Slowed by the anger that drives your violence Penetrating the flow of righteous actions ...of righteous actions Angered by the tear for your inner path The disease which makes the anger stop Quarrelled of the self-righteous Fueled by the violence, that needs to be shown Mischief, left in the corner of your eye Ready to trigger the violence you are capable of Forced to appear as the power you proclaim to be Swallowed righteous, denied thought Offered by the way it's to be Strangled with self-discipline Caught by an inner struggle Continued by the teachings Aching to see that all is right Wanting to believe Caught by a moments peace Squandered by, over achievement Destroyed by the will Failed attempts to reach a higher self Forgotten trails of the life you lived Wounds long healed, opens as books Words repeated by The violence that has become you A weak path of denial Judged by the answer you give yourself An undeserved quality of higher purpose In trust you thrive By the ones not to be trusted A broken vow not accepted A sequence of evil that will never end A vacant space, where compassion is an illusion Silence of the screams to come Bursting of angry fragments Finding its way to the surface ...to the surface Disillusions of a soul in exile A broken vow turned to disease Chase the life line, its end is near Dark matter of sorrow to come A frame of ignorance become clear

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 24, 2025

As a tight line the path is mapped, clear but yet so eluded Stripped down to basic, stripped down to the inside Words are spoken, but no sound will be heard An absence of remorse which seems un-ending The conclusion is irrelevant These inherent words are to pass for a purpose A test not needed, as the ego is sufficient A mute roar rips the air apart The crest burned as it collapse In spite, like splinters in the flesh Immune to the defense, see them, them fall Grasp tightens with every breath Departed as the time seals our path Veins breathing lifeless, as the soul scars for life Origin yet unknown Open cuts, as racks they open up for the light The dark form as scab on the wounds trying to heal Radiant in its splendor, dark as the tears that flows The shadows slips through the cracks of your mind Faded from your view, and slips from your grip A shut down mind, in the dim lights it function Static minds mental picture of the wrongs done

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 24, 2025