Comedy Is Over

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Balancing on the surface of existence Between illusion and reality I see what I have missed before I discover the truth which proves false I let out a voiceless cry I hear steps behind my back Dominated by incertitude I feel more and more alien Struck in the mud of the unknown Locked in the reservation of filth I slip through cold halls misunderstanding Through jealousy from the outside Day by day, piece by piece I run into an absurd emptiness Irony hidden by the mask of friendship It all exists in real Overwhelmed by nothingness I withdraw into myself I don't wan to lose What makes up the core of my life I have to go

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 24, 2025

When a dream pulls a dark curtain over me When the misery of a day Disappears somewhere in the darkness Tired thoughts wander off They leave to rest in a garden that exists Somewhere in the night There's no need to be afraid In the thick fog of nightmares Sank all the fear and terror Reality sank so stop Your search for you Shall find nothing Stars scattered all over the sky and the moon That shines somewhere in the purple night Guard the peace among my thoughts They are my blissful dream They are my velvet dream From the sough of the wind and clouds From the scent of grass and grain From the scent of the herbs When tired eyelids fall on my eyes Like stones from the mountains When the body is still With all the nerves from my head To my toes, I rise disabled Free as a bird, I guide towards The moon and the stars, towards The calm night that silently And warmly cuddles me So I could sleep, so I could sleep

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 24, 2025

Nightmare hatches from my consciousness Disorder drills in my head Bearfoot I run from the pit of a burning house I can't believe in what I'm feeling Bombed with disturbing thoughts I walk down the steers stairs of fear The night is an absolute horror Cold darkness with no beginning nor end I believe the demons of the night My life rolls on the edge of a dream Is this what people call hell? Where does this eon? Where does this eon? Who am I? Where am I going? I stand naked in the middle of the night Pittypull plaing my role of existence My thoughts and feelings Departed somewhere in another dimension They sink in shapeless darkness. This can't be true The dream that was supposed to end This can't be true Where does this end?

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 24, 2025

Here on the hill Among wild grass bent by the wind You stand, staring into the endless space Where silence announces its existence A ritual dance of dawn and dusk A ritual dance of trees in the rain And nothing matters more Than what you feel And nothing matters more Than what you are Harmony of flesh and soul Harmony of time and space perfection You desire unity, with the wind Standing under the stars Here on the hill Where a broken tree's shadows Slowly measures the time A chill embraces your face The wind's touch and the scent of the field Voices of birds seduce the silence You understand the language of trees and grass Harmony of flesh and soul Harmony of time and space perfection And nothing matters more Than what you feel And nothing matters more Than what you are You're part of the universe You're part of dawn and dusk You want to last forever Forever in perfection

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 24, 2025

Tongues of fire Catch up with shadows Paintings whirling in a drowse Are like a passing wind Here I am Here I am Though I shouldn't bee here I am and I am and I am and than I am gone Oh my god Does this make sense Is this real Or is it my imagination Comedy is over Relief Jammed through my veins Sadness fades away When I disappear Disappear – in illusion My soul My mind My soul and mind Pass into silence I leave not to return Oh my god! Oh my god! Is this how it ends? Oh my god! Oh my god! Comedy is over.

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 24, 2025

We're watching life through opaque windows Locked up in the hermetic world Of doctrines and rules We're all the same Equally overage and thoughtless Equally frightened Living in shame is the only choice We laugh though we want to cry Wrapped in foil, we hang in shop windows The 'puppet master' leaves us on the edge of abyss None of us can change this None of us can overcome this We're just another number in the statistics Like on humans deprived of feelings and dreams Each day coded on a electronic chip Our time expires Our death coded on a electronic chip We're dying!

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 24, 2025

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