Revelation

Scrapes scratches and incisions Leave trails of blood leading up to the altar I'm down on my knees Wearing a crown of thorns As I'm set aflame in this pew Only a mindless mangled body can emerge From these repressed memories

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 23, 2025

Judgment and actions Have become impossible to control Morality oppressed by impulses Instances and ambitions Lost in a mind once deemed reliable Grand inspirations Halted by adolescence Perhaps this very distraction Will be my downfall Dreams remain dim From the guilt that continually dwells My lack of ability to accept change Has composed a horror filled illusion Another sleepless night trapped Within an en-caged cognition A pathetic gesture of hospitality Useless in the embrace of the real world But who can be sure of anything in this life? Analyzing and interpreting the essence of my ambition Is the first step away from this fucking apathy Realizing every mistake has a consequence That can leave countless lives hopeless As I peer closer through the microscope I discover a melancholic landscape: A disfigured mass of endeavors Shackled by the burden of perfection Why must such standards be set? At the end of this assessment A conclusion is reached Perfection and paradise Were lies from the beginning For the revelation has resonated in The depths of my intuition Fulfillment will be found Where these infinities end

Today is a virulent day So be sagacious with each and every step that you take I'm sparks away from starting a combustion Light the fuse! Mutter one more fucking pathetic word Annoyance! That's all I've been and all I'll ever be I'm the catalyst; the antagonist The conflict in this story A craving in my mind Is to expunge my every move Insurrections in words With no means of an armistice And I evoke every clinched fist And bring back the cynicism Cutting down the path That I've paved to reach home With hacksaws of indecision And chainsaws of narcissism My integrity is a ruination as well As my cheap fabricated patience All of which is tearing apart at the seams These strings attached to me Are countless acts of mockery I'm washed up and all dried out From the repetitious words I've fractured glass Nearly shattered it whole An increment of hope Is what’s keeping this stable This timing and placement Is enough to crack composure Strung out on idealistic thoughts And typical figures Monotone voices Trying to reach my attention With failure to break through The reveries in my mind This hatred will consume me Each and every time I shut my eyes There’s a shadowed noose With blood written lies on the walls In the room I'm fastened in I am all there is to despise I created your deception

Feeble attempts to rationalize Are my words even considered? It seems as if I'm talking to walls Our claims are opposing in Crafting and idealizing a future I've said all I can say What do you fucking want from me? I keep telling myself this isn't happening Repeating phrases of assurance Lashing out anxiously Fighting against the truth There’s countless assumptions And endless excuses for everything When I think back to when This meant the world to me I feel a sense of security A comforting memory "I'm willing to sacrifice it all Even if it meant just having a mere second of that glory." And just as the motives were determined The indecision crawled its way through Countless days depleted to seldom weeks, miles and miles of void There's a hummingbird trapped within this rib cage And reality is guarding my escape to freedom "I can't recall how or why this went wrong Maybe it was the timing or the placement Maybe I didn't try hard enough Or maybe this is a subconscious Way of arresting myself in adolescence" But if I must conjure a meaning Or purpose or some kind of milestone I'd conclude that I wouldn't be Who I am without this experience For this is what made me I wouldn't be who I am Without this experience A proposal has been placed in my hands Compromising for the sake of tomorrow All I've ever wanted was to make the most of this So why am I standing here with this pale look of apprehension? When I know this drive has one last stretch One last desperate gasp of breath For this is all I know This is who I am This is what it was worth

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 23, 2025

I've spent slews of hours on a "change" that never comes With minute chances of finding light Or in the end thrown in the dark Moving from box to box, collecting pictures and memories Setting every bridge I took to get here aflame If I had my druthers I'd take a hammer To every wall that was built And throw it in the fire It's been seven years stuck in speculation Clouting my well-being Maybe I would concur If it wasn't shoved down my throat Inept at keeping up with the pace compelling my digression Living the same day Only put in a naive optimistic way Even if the ends met in full circle I'd still find myself staring into the dark Taunted by the shadows And the pendulum that makes this "relevant" But it's all irrelevant We're mounted statues With carved faces of confusion Built towards the sky with no answers Only an ambiguous marking of why We will forever be lost in these figure eight aspirations So I set this house aflame in hopes of a new perspective Throw it all in the fucking fire Let this house burn

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 23, 2025

A culture unable to accept enlightenment Casting molds incised around their shortcomings Building a structure founded on misconstruction Even the sheer are forced to live Under their monochromatic microscope A dissonance in perspective explicates combustion Igniting this resentment that churns within We've stood back and watched your ignorance take the stage I'll drag you out into the very streets you've set ablaze Now it's time for you to burn The deterioration of a tranquil society Due to the up-rise of false figures Destroying the value of something so genuine Following in the footsteps of complete degenerates Striving to be someone for absolutely no one It's the inclination not the image When everything runs its course The weak will be washed up on the shore

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 23, 2025

I find myself babbling of imaginary footing As if it would ever be feasible Hiding like spiders in the crevices of an abandoned home Taking mortar of misfortune, and bricks of dirty realism To build a fortress in the depths of this conjure All while I dance with these shadows I know I'm falling to the bottom This time around no one will catch me My resentment churns as this longest day persists With my eyes weak from the blinding light And my ears bleeding from the screeching of "progress" Racing throughout the streets All while ridiculing I've accomplished nothing And as my teeth rot away I file them down to prevent what I might say To think of worse things to come Is the place where I am one Alone in this somber silence Compiling numbers and reasons to figure out the science I find light in the darkest of spaces Through the lake of fire and down the corridor of faces All the way to a fortress I've mended in my mind Made up only by me, no work of the divine Because I've committed every sin And I know that god wouldn't let me in So I resent my fake fucking father And curse his and my every move I've wasted all my effort on this I've got nothing left and nothing to prove

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 23, 2025

This track is instrumental.

Is this song not instrumental?

I set sail upon the sea That stands before me All my bids taken Never shared or mentioned Home is a drift this cold lonely ocean The calling of the sirens capturing me Trapping me within the thunder storm With the waves rising over head I refuse abandonment I must remain with the ship Hopeless helplessness Stranded in the inferno Cannonball shot and exploded Through the middle of the deck It’s just the tip of the iceberg This is a ghost ship With a ghost crew All the skeletons collecting In the captains den I set sail upon a sea of which stands before me Alone, confused and hesitant Among the starry reflected sea Gleaming deceivingly, iluminating my fate As the night conquers the day I left it behind I let myself become blind I'll walk this plank As the ship crashes into the waves of guilt And I'll dive into this body of water And fill my lungs with my neglected chances And all my countless missed opportunities Flood all my worries and my paranoia ridden mind As the ship breaks into oblivion I sink to the bottom of every lie

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 23, 2025

Twenty-seven with a sensible heart Kept his passions alive at all costs Smoked them when he had them He drank his glasses to the bottom Running the race with the knowledge Of the ever turning world At the end of that day There wasn't anything I could say Now his words carry like wind Whispering poems in and out of the hallways And alleys of a canvas he called home Reminders for those who heard the echo of his voice And comfort all those that still listen He’s a man that provided Guidance to the like-minded And validation to the pure of heart A patron saint for the ones Who felt the solitary angst "My friends were flowers once picked from the earth Before cruel blooms and the wilt of petals came Planted as seeds settled long ago In soil soaked in whiskey and gold In time I'll learn, in the last year I've learned If I pray enough maybe a fire will come, carry us away And down the road they walk I've prepared my suitcase The contents are as follows: Toothbrush, comb, hot water, music And the love I never had a chance to give to you Burn my body" Burn my body Gather in the morning after mourning To see the sun rise and to still look up to you To spill our tears into the fountain of acceptance and wisdom To hear your voice singing along when the wind comes whistling through To see your smile in every starry night gaze To feel you here when we need you the most For as long as we're still here, you will never die

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 23, 2025