The Process of Leaving

Awoke to the grey morning light which creeps in, thrilling the objects and my ashen skin, The warm vapours and still slumbering sheets' fragrance. Now we're desperately embracing the days for no reason while the tapped veins of autumn keep on shedding the pouring rains. turning numb to their glassy caress, we disappear from the days from the memories from the entries from the vividness from the sight of each other to relentless inevitable death.

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 24, 2025

Rövidülnek a napok, rövidül az élet; Megtépázott, esõ mosta útra lépek, felébredve a szürke vak világra. Minden tükrözõdésben a tompa fényt látom. Ismétlõdnek a napok, elszöknek tõlem, szorongással itatnak át s félek, felébredve a szürke vak világra. Minden percében az elmúlását látom. Késõre jár a ködös hajnal tegnap még túl korán volt, holnaptól nincs többé... A mulandóság ígérete emészt, a bánat, a veszteség, a hiány "Két karoddal átölelsz te, ha félek Két karommal átölellek, s nem félek Két karodban nem ijeszt majd a halál nagy csöndje sem Két karodban a halálon mint egy álmon, átesem" A halálon, mint egy álmon, átesem.

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 24, 2025

After the trespass through the inevitable Everything gets clearer for those who remain The tapped rivers, still streaming from the womb of sleet, mark the indecision of the once all of a sudden ease I pass and I hand my remains of torn sorrow on to you All the strength I gathered from caring got lost on the way back to the unknown the blood of concrete fills my monochrome veins feeding the urge feeding the intent of losing control over resistance so I'm passing down the exhausted greatly spilling life's essence Standing, staring at hollow waters all the shifting moves on to the distance the warm touch of ethereal hands I feel the embrace of an unreal, evoken vision while getting colder and further away everything disappears even my sight taste my warmth and get soaked by the despair of layered confusion taste me, the pain within bones and flesh then let it slit deeper

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 24, 2025

So I am the least and the burden the shallow and burnt-out the devastated and scattered And all that was in reach and even over I devoured with a glimpse of pleasure and I have seen much and felt even more way too much Tonight it's time to go through and take the unclean process all is there and my skin is burning with the excitement of the passing.

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 24, 2025