Tragedy and Weeds

These faces so tired and pale Were shaped with birches Indocile but doomed to resist To overcome the pain of loss. These eyes lose their colours Showing nothing except shame, They have never looked at the sun That is too blind to understand... These lips whisper the only Name forsaken in the depths of time, They confront splendid illusions But they are not able to utter a prophecy Surrounded by darkness... Absorbed by madness... Just moments... Just fragments... When a last thread is torn When a last page is turned When a last exhale calmes, A heart stops beating paralyzed. Depressed with nonsense of remorse We ever must pay twice Trampling flowers growing With the sickly-sweet smell of grief. Epitaphs as secrets betrayed On monuments of compassion Absurdly try to describe pain Where echoes of the past walk...

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025

Only once I came to speak no words, To dissolve among these grey stones Only once I came for one last dance, To take all I never had No one will see me on my knees, I came alone to correct mistakes To disturb the slumber of the forgotten To let one pain hurt me one more time... Music of the wind and falling leaves... The night keeps silence watching me... I will stare into the haze Until I understand I am still alone... Faces around me are just mirrors Reflecting disaster which fills me. Wretched pieces of memories Writhe in agony near my feet No light shed, no voices heard... Your archangel of a stolen dream Lies on a tomb with broken wings While echo tears my screams apart...

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

Cut my wings away, I cannot see These vile things, Trampled desires... Fakes of relief, Mistakes of believe... Whatever it may give... And nothing remains... Rusty nails choose my destiny, Make me pure and stainless I give myself away for Crucifixion without regret Before images made of stone, Before bodies made of wax. I'll leave this world behind Humiliated and impaled... Quicksilver tears... down... Punishment for me... now... Forgiveness or lashes... strife... What is between me and ashes... life? ... Obedience until A probable end Is so necessary... Make me sob If I deserve To suffer alone, If I am a bringer Of suffering...

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025

Drowned in ashes all above, consumed in orgies of greed As bloodlust satisfied, as a sin burns one's eyes ...and flesh gets colder losing the attitude to the world... Currently obsessed I am by upcoming decay FOrgiveness which I can't reach Is like slime under my feet Impossible to raise, too much to take away... To be looking at the beauty of punishment In murderous details... A moment of justice's triumph... Trample faith in your rotten heart... useless words can kill the truth... useless warm can enrage yourself... Faith can't save you if you are guilty... Deformed are all the hopes, all the tears has dried Self-confidence have died caressed with gritty ropes. In suffering entwined is all the pain of my past I am forever lost, condemned to fall Rusty locks without keys... Biased heads are depraved... Whatever that stays without changes Breeds constancy... Throughout belts and loops Throughout shackles and chains I summon the spirit of mercy I summon the beast of judgement Trembling with fear I look into the eyes Of my reflection And I face the nightmare...

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025

Hopeless moans of silence Cruelly tear my nerves Cynic smiles of broken windows... Endless torture with absense... Further... I seek myself so far from here Deep within I am searching for seeds of sanity... I can only pray myself Inside of my prison cell How can I pay for my sins Before the eyes of a myth?... It lurks from darkest corners To the centre of my sorrow... If grief could be seen It would look like my face So embrace me tight With my own icy hands Put my fingers on my neck While I am so helpless...

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

As forgotten people suffer In a blooming garden I lie paralized In that deadly whiteness Entwined branches reach for me With silent entreaties, As my hands they are Tied by ruthless frost My eyes are wide open Watching absence of everything, They are used to see darkness That light will never disturb Forever be my tomb The snowdrift without edges Forever be my shelter From those who left me here.

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025