Prominence and Demise

Befallen through the will of my savior’s grace My undying hope through life’s progression The one to show me a way in this forsaken place To cleanse the madness of my transgression I welcome you to my fantasy land Step into this place that I have created Experience the inner sanctum Of my psyche’s half-life I look down but there’s nothing new to see All there was and ever will be In endless circles and vain desecration Of this so-called wonderful creation Why aren’t we ever given the chance To stand alone without your twine cord The acclaim we’ve hosted to your satisfaction Is vast as oceans, yet shallow Just this once I’d like to have a say The calling of many overbears one voice More than might be if desires hold true I won’t be silent to your dismay The line is crossed, once begotten There’s truth in lies but twice not forgotten Play your mind-tricks of leading me astray I see through your universal creation array

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 24, 2025

Channeling my thoughts to another dimension Searching for symbols of cosmic intervention Entering thoughts of subliminal emotions They are like waterfalls of desert oceans I exit this mindset and enter actuality An everlasting reminder of a distorted reality Trying to make it out from a distance Listening for sounds of a meaningful existence The call is like a faint noise distorted yet clear The answer to the riddle still out there somewhere Back and forth again to find the right course Encountering signs of a creationistic force Fragments of space-time in a pocket universe One step ahead to take another in reverse The call is like a faint noise distorted yet clear The answer to the riddle still out there somewhere

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 24, 2025

A flaw in the grand design of what we call living An aimless contradiction based purely on fiction We must first accept our need to be If we are to live and be free Failure to choose and realize Is the foundation of our demise Our subconscious is trying to tell us something If not here, where should we be, how can we know And if existence is imagined, does it matter anyway It’s really trying to tell us something We’re not really here, where we should be, that I don’t know And as long as imagination exists, matter is obsolete Meeting it face to face, seeing it eye to eye Finding reason in changed stability The key to realizing our futility Our subconscious is trying to tell us something That we’re really not here, that we really don’t know That our existence is imagined, but it matters anyway Hope through turning away, letting go of getting nearer Finding the words to express it, even further down the road Stepping right in, drawing closer, for time is here and now

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 24, 2025

The dawn of a new day is rising A new tomorrow where hope lies Promise lands with beautiful landscapes Where light is white and hope never dies A new day with new beginnings No more walks down trampled paths Looking around to see what’s there Finding only shadows of deserted pasts Walking the borders of heaven and hell On a journey bound for the end of the earth Where only the most lost souls reside To another ending and a new birth Long forgotten memories recalled By rumbling stirs in the deep above Of the way things were in a different time When love was hate and hate was love Trapped in the confines of limitless worlds Finding a way to eternal infinity A new way through the valley of life Trying to escape inherent divinity The light of a new day was rising A new tomorrow where hope lied But a whisper in the wind gave it all away And with it the dream of paradise died

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 23, 2025

The symbolism of what transpired A representation of what’s meant to be Wilted, withered, like it was once before Set free from its destiny To grow, to search, to find Inner peace and satisfaction In the pinnacle of the mind Direction, then distraction Fall and rise, prominence, demise A premise built on true lies Realism, existentialism, but above all pragmatism The groundwork for the highest possible comprehension Life’s mystery, secrecy, treachery The foundation of all proven knowledge Like water from a bitter sweet spring First, there’s the sweetness, then there’s the sting To be, to know, to live Existence independent of free will Understanding the nature of harmony Perfection achieved when all stands still The symbolism of what’s to come A representation of what now is Unspoken answers to rhetorical questions A basis for scrutiny Unrest, confusion, disorder Traits of the twisted human psyche Like leaves on trees they will fall For the cause and effect goes without being told Inevitability predicts that chaos will dwell When you open the gates to universal hell Never mind what’s intended, you never can tell A soul that knows this all too well Rise beyond, let matters fall Out of mind, out of sight, out of knowledge As foretold, magnificence unfold And now we await demise

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 23, 2025

I choose you to be my noble redeemer The last shred of hope for a timeless dreamer A guiding light through life’s propulsion The reason to exist in a world of revulsion The passion is found, time starts anew By this I am bound, my virtue is you But I also know light and its treachery I’ve tasted the glory of life Infinite wisdom I possess And I know its hypocrisy For I have walked the darkest path I have seen the bitterness it reaps Things are not always what they seem to be Trust not all they tell you to believe Know the impression is as false as the messenger Wolves in sheep’s clothes are out to deceive I choose you to be my savior in grace My undying hope in this lonely place But now I release you from your chains So free me now and claim my remains The passion is gone, time is ending None shall be spared, for hell is ascending

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 23, 2025

In the beginning there came light from the darkness Then came the first day and a world had begun Without form and shape from the shadows deep Turning the wheels from the tide it had spun A world where survival hoped for in being Is not as prevalent as the means to exist Where practice and theory don’t go together Under the rule of an iron fist With favor to those who hold the conviction Produced by believing in things not seen Setting the pace for skepticism Doubt in all that is and has been Natural creation and divine revelation Two methods for proving a false pretension Looking for evidence of proven infliction Waiting for someone to intervene

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 23, 2025

Awaking in a perfect place To the nice smell of roses Where timelessness is like taking a deep breath Looking in the mirror as the morning rises Realizing the past is gone Deliverance of salvation Still life in the black Rescue from damnation What’s to come from here Cold winds blowing on the horizon A gentle chill in the air The last step before death knocks on the door No more hidden messages, no more riddles Shedding the cape of secret words Letting go of hope for those other worlds It’s a sad day, a dark day, but in the end time fades Shades of white and colors unite as we step into the next Together as one, yet alone before the end Awaking in a perfect place To the nice smell of death Where time was already lost And hope is already dead No deliverance from damnation No future for tomorrow’s pasts Nothing to come from here Warm winds blowing on the horizon A harsh blaze in the air The last step before life knocks on the doors It’s a sad day, a dark day, but in the end time fades Shades of whit and colors unite as we step into the next Alone, yet together before the end

Considering the chance of infinity Looking at the grand optical spectra Seemingly of some cosmic importance As unrealistic as the concept may be Feeding the ongoing circle No means of retribution Only a single escape The last line of defense Throughout ages of stellar revolution A combination of stars and eons Shaping the way of the grand design Beyond the imagination of life A boundless gaze of stars and planets In a perplex web of harmony A balancing act on the count of nature An unforgiving yet continuous fate Considering the chance of eternity Looking at the way that life may be Unrealistic and unimportant And like everything it fades away Always another reason To feed on the infinite circle No need for escape The last line of repent An unbalanced act of structure in chaos Reborn from the ashes of its former self Throughout ages of stellar insurrection Past stars and eons, planets and space Shaping the way of the grand design Beyond the imagination of death A boundless gaze of nothingness In a perplex web of disharmony

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 23, 2025