Trance

Silence, my child And bear your gifts of love Feed me, feed me Your drops of angel's blood When will my body live? When will my body begin to live? "It will live when you die You will die when you drink Of the highest priest"

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

Curdled milk in wine The lingering taste of yesterday My color has grown pale Your face I see no more A pointed finger accuses me So dead, so numb, so cold With every illicit embrace A splintered soul is cast aside If I see the face of God I will die... It\'s killing me slowly A drop of blood day by day My mind defiles its temple My mansion shared with swine My seed mixing in a harlot's womb How many bastards will I create? Will I see my dead expression? And failures in their eyes If I see the face of God I will die! Cut my cord, let me drift away This morning's foul, I can endure no more My days are cruel My mistress never slumbers And sorrow never leaves me Like the cuts in my flesh And the sun refuses to shine And the walls rile against me And these knuckles raw and broken The futile throes of freedom And somewhere, a saint is weeping Whispering my name Saying, "Let him see the face of God Let him die."

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025

Whispers to me, my depression With a hint of murder Watch them, the angels are forlorn Watch them, they share my soul I hide my face to cry Why do I feel this kiss upon me? I crave your presence but the priests are pointing at me They have made me your betrayer But I whisper your name in the dark Anger rests on my fingertips A place where God (I am told) no longer lives A mass of flesh they love to beat But not without identity On scabby knees I continue to crawl The sores are open and blood trails behind Rocks and stones meld into my skin My body is a home for plagues I hope the paradise is good, it must be But the turbulence makes me brittle I cannot see I find myself holding hatred, it clings to me I killed a man in my mind, I wanted him dead Yes I have faith, Yes I am saved But it doesn't stop my misery It doesn't stop my hatred It doesn't stop me wanting to die Yet I'm still here despite the pain I refuse to believe I was called to suffer... I was called... to prosper.

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025