Abstract Senses

Flowers are fading, theircries are haunting me, petals of raining, floral sobs. Thanks for dressing me in this fall coat exhilarating all my senses by this slight fetid humidity! Trees are unveiling and their bareness captivates me, heavenly still-life, floral nudity... Thanks for this innocent clearness exhilarating all my senses by this grisly magnificent inertia! Bitterness flirts with my life whose alliance is my soul whose season is fall and whose wedding march is this melody. Leaves are dying, I'm getting chilled by their cries, lifeless bed, bloody carpet. Thanks for this blazing picture exhilarating all my senses by these shimmering and painless flames! The wind blows, I get bewitched by its song, intangible melody deathly hymm. Thanks for tirelessly rocking Gaïa exhilarating all my senses by sensual icy caresses. My life flirts with Bitterness whose alliance is my soul whose season is Fall and whose wedding march is this melody Bitter symphony, drown tour pitches in the huge lake erased by the haze, thus covering every disagreement, only letting pop out, like the break of day, a nostalgic scrap. Trees are unveiling heavenly still-life the wind blows, deathly melody. May this become a hymm. A hymm to dead leaves, A hymm to blowing wind A hymm to Bitterness.

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025

Staring at the one occupying the picture Both envy and hate got a grip on me Time wouldn’t fade the lines of his face. Admired and lusted after by some noble guests As you would be kept clear of by those who would’ve brought you up to deity. I wish time would avoid me like the plague And devour the gentle outlines on his face. To do so I would sell my soul to the devil. No need to grieve, night is drawing near. Will take away my daydream and sink into the ocean of stranger thoughts. Your prayer sounds enchantress to me like a spell Get drunk on my words by yearning for this new life offering itself. I’ve been listened to by the Evil One who has made my prayer come true. I’ve lost all kind of sleep… The ones that once loved me died in the net of my pride and imposture… Now I feel ashamed. Cannot hide away from the curse that prevails in me. Each night I crowd round your soul and your nastiest thoughts taste like exquisite food. I happened to believe from pain burden I could be freed. Once upon a human, dust do dust, ashes to ashes And once upon a vampire, vestige for centuries… All the more beautiful the suffer is. Unwelcome gift… immortality! Admired and lusted after as you would be kept clear of by those who would’ve brought you up to deity… This obscene face gazing at me To disclose the cruel truth of my being. I wish you dead, I’m losing grip all the same. Mankind… can’t you see this is killing me?

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025

Between Heaven and Earth Stands up mankind little divine and not sublime enough. Between the unreal and the material arises the incarnate man little iridescent and Hell bends down the persecuted little idyllic and to afflicted. Between the alert and the war lets himself go the frivolous pioneer little brave and too imprisoned. Between Heaven and Lucifer digs his own grave the stiff little devote and too grieved. Between the volcanos and the waters some burning and drowning truth, perfidious and so disguised. The muddy inessential on the surface of consciousness, toemented with reminiscence of a life filled with bitterness. Kind of dislocated puppet adapting to hearing whisper, the harsh scoffing of the imps there, teeming with our steps. Dearest Dementia, attracting all our dull senses, such a foul elixir... Rather than listening to the extatic hymm of the lyric nymphs and seraphins filling our spirit with delight. Are we the mocked puppets of the evil ones of this world? Sure, it is easier to stumble than makind the filth better. Dare you cut those devilish lianas off! Let us raise up to the strings of the divine harp and may you be recked by the Eden angelical poet... Enlightened volcanos and water full of grace, in your mercy, hear my prayer... Listen to the cold dream of your life... From the throne of the dark, what a bliss to exhume the stiff! Carpe noctem! Between Eden and Hell raises the persecuted a little more idyllic and less afflicted. Halfway materials and unreal holds up the incarnate man a little more iridescent and less blind. Sursum mea terper orbem terrarum. Dementia...

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025

Lost moments blown away… They are wounds time cannot heal… I looked at you as a friend, I looked at you as a guide, I wanted to be perfect, perfect as a child… I looked at you as a friend, I looked at you as a guide, I just wanted to be perfect, but all your trusted were phoney icons. All I ever felt, I never could forgive. All I ever dreamt was far out of reach. I never thought it would come out to this. I never thought you’d reject me like this. I looked deep inside your mind, I saw the pain you tried to hide, well, your look was so pathetic to me. I looked deep inside your mind I saw the pain you tried to hide, then I saw you lying as screwed as me. Now it’s too late. All I ever wanted, a little peace of mind. All I ever trusted are things I left behind. I never thought it could turn out like this, I never thought it would get sour like this. Cause I’m hooked too… Your heart turned to stone, it makes me sick to hear that all we felt was crap! Do you see what I am at? I love you best but you played in with me. Why did you throw the Jack of Hearts away? I can’t make it anymore and I feel hopelessly weighed down by your eyes of steel. You know, there are wounds time can’t heal. You slipped away, your world is not mine! Recurring memories emerge with the fear of darkness, a cool breeze down my spine… Lost moments blown away, let there be a sad mood! Phoney icons are just synonymous with love, hate, death and freedom…

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025

Shadows rushing in the sky like fanatical riders, winds are beating strong down on our lands… No one ought to offend against the majestic Nature You know how terrible her war hymn can be! Shadows rushing in the sky like fanatical riders Beginning a crazy run against all existence… Drinking light and swallowing up in a smoke patch the screams of the repented. Inside of you burns the guilty feeling not having been able to tame her; Soon the walls will fall down… and from her womb, the ultimate sigh… Clamours arising from red-glowing plains, while breaking off this deadly silence. All you have been creating will disappear from her infallible soul. Winds beating down on a weird purifying blaze. Facing the power of the time being, all past fades away. You bend yourself, you can’t avoid her judgement. Waters awakening from longstanding sleep flood over. The land stakes of dissension, where innocent rotting bodies are lying, secretly bound to a dreadful master. So goes on the deadly dance only wearing another costume. You bred your own torturer but she’s been ahead! The more you will curse each of her whims, the more you will not Help yourself but yielding to her furor. Excited by the lust for power and cruelty You made a servant of the weakest one by setting up your reign of pain. Your tears will wash away in vain the lands your folly stained. Your body’s shaken with fear. Now your look reveals your true nature.

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025

A présent que tu erres A travers des terres Qui me sont étrangères Là où la nuit est souveraine… Parfois ton visage émerge De cette foule incandescente… Je vois alors clair en moi. Je reste prisonnière De peur que tu ne disparaisses, Tel un amer souvenir, Qui hanterait mon âme. Je chanterai ce blâme, Pétrifiée dans ma destinée. Les anges t’ont pris la main Puis ont scellé ton dam. Parfois ta voix caresse me sens Et me laisse dans l’absence De ce monde rempli de messages insensés. Sons, couleurs s’évanouissent autour de moi, Je m’achemine vers un monde invisible Où règnent les songes. Je reste prisonnière De peur que tu ne disparaisses, Tel un amer souvenir, Qui hanterait mon âme. En moi survit l’espoir Un jour de te revoir. Ensemble, remontons le temps Et gagnons notre sphère originelle ! Ta voix me parvient, Etouffée par les cris des damnés… Et ta douleur se déverse Dans les méandres de mon âmes… May that ghost way cast my spell to void By taking away with my life coldness, pain and oblivion.

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025

On this fall mourning, leaves are creeping and dreary. I scowl at this landscape desperately, where a thousand faces is hidden, but for Wise Men. Would this infernal and fantastic noise charge at the edge? Or do my shameful thoughts smile upon you? I can feel, I can touch, I can hear, I can taste and I can see... My senses are trustworthy. Oh Thee, blind friend and enemy, may this veil vanish in the haze and judge life as it is. No, don't be so sad, breathe, deliverance looks like death! Should this clownish and deadly role remain sunk in the depth of our soul? Or maybe my bitter feelings are leading to torture... I can feel... I am tired of all those false illusions, freezing step by step... I am sick of all those arficial backgrounds, unsincere and speechless, filled with venom. I can feel... May God drag them away rather than believe in those chains.

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025

Playing with your fingertips on the strings of my weaknesses, I don’t want to be your muse. I pray that you will free me from the weight of your dire chords. Thus putting down the bow of your desires, kind of echoes inside of me, I pray for my soul’s ears To get deaf to your harmonies! Your hope is my despair, A lullaby for my sorrows, I am only the si minor. From your score where you carelessly drop the eighth of your inspiration. How I wish I was nothing but a sigh and not the reflection of your ego anymore. While the melodious flow of my tears composes the sound of your harmonies, I pray so that this prelude marks the end of this sonata! While my heartbeats give its rhythm to the tones of your tempo, I pray so that your music finally falls in eternal silence. While I keep chanting your lyrical works, I implore your uttermost feeling… May you stop directing my life!

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025