Ichor

Illustrated thoughts undescribable foams Shadows of blue scrapes Selfish, unprevailed, to everflowing extinct Cells, cocooned, protected Tissues, illustrated, visionable by Black everflowing sense, Unknown species take human form Desired - into uncanny demise Selfish, unprevailed Tomorrow already looks Better than yesterday Worse than ever And though everything remains Features, creatures now Tomorrow already looks As a dying illustration Drawn, written and calculated Basic values have No age, eventhough it shapes Six above the calculated Tombs, of my Armageddon As the moonlight shines

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 23, 2025

The White Path Orbital decay, sadle the right horse The sickness of their weakness Their pain values high And our lives seems so empty Upon the savage shores Laughing in controlled madness Have a look, but not too deep Orbital decay, raise the iron flag Leave the path astray The White Path The deeds, the rights, the cross of iron The faith, the trust, raise the iron flag The White Path Enter self, follow the path againt the lying faith Leave your sign, raise the flag Place the trust in the dying race Orbital decay, sadle the right horse The sickness of their weakness Their pain values high Orbital decay, raise the iron flag Leave the path astry Sense the lying plague Resist before it is too late

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 23, 2025

A Photo In A Frame Old I Dwell Here Sad The Clock Keeps Ticking Still Blisfully Ignorant The Mourning In My Light A Passage Through My Fright The Shape Of My Inside Is Wounded And Fragile Forever Fragile - Eternally Yours Forever Fragile - Eternal Divorce The Mourning In My Light A Passage Through My Life The Shape Of My Inside Is Wounded And Pure Fright Finally I See What Was Meant To Be Please Give Me Hope Let Me Die Fortunate Forever Fragile - Eternally Yours Forever Fragile - Eternal Divoce Forever Fragile - Eternally Yours Forever Fragile - Eternal Force My Blissful Ignorance Like Veins Cut In Wood Reflecting Endlessness Of My Longing After You/Truth Waiting For Your True Self

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 23, 2025

Waiting For Your Ego Waiting To Break Free A Ball Where Noone Sees Behind The Artificial Eyes A Mask Weaved By Thought Hands How Do I Stand A Chance? Nothing Can Save Me Nomore I Can’t Escape - From Your Fading Mask Nothing Is Sacred Nomore I Can’t Escape - From Your Fading Mask Nothing Is Blinding Nomore I Can’t Escape - From Your Fading Mask Nothing Is Sacred Nomore I Can’t Escape.... Waiting For Your True Self Waiting To Explore Waiting To Be Free A Ball Where Noone Sees Behind The Artificial Lies A Mask Weaved By Wicked Hands Can I Stand A Chance? Down The Alley In The Misty Smog I See The Parody Of Her Bleaching Self Down The Alley In The Misty Smog I See Her Shinning But Not To Me....

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 23, 2025

As She Enters The Church In Her White Dress Ready To Burst The Whole Crowd Spelled By Her Charm Not Knowing She Cause Such Harm Cuttling To Hhe Fathers Protection Knowing She Will Never Face Rejection But Can She Decline And Protect Her Pride No, She Is The WhoreBride She Is My WhoreBride Til’ The End Of Time The Rings That I Bought The Flowers That I Gave The Presents That I Brought To My Future Wife/Bride So Fake She Is My WhoreBride I’m Cursed For The Rest Of My Life...

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 23, 2025