Forging a Future Self

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The secret’s out this is the last time. Cast overboard, dragged out to sea. All premonitions drowned today in the murky waters flowing from wounds. But we emerged soaked in grace, dripping with the truth. You've fired upon a target so clear, but we’ve shattered our own glass hearts. We’ve fought with sweat and blood, this life is all we have. Today has taken a bloody toll, but the nightfall will claim your life. Claim your life tonight. Her majesty will swallow you, she’ll devour you. And now we stand at this eulogy dripping with the truth. You fired upon a target and we fired back. We fired back on your stronghold. We devastated all defenses. Regret consumes you. Regret becomes us all.

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025

So this is loneliness. I’ve grown too fond of this. Now i thirst for loveliness, to drink its beauty. i’ll never fill my cup if i can’t seem to free my frozen heart. Torturous veins tangle this body. A scream of anguish, silenced by the distancing to anyone. So this is loneliness. I know this all to well. Wrap me in your wings of amity. Torturous veins tangle this body. A scream of anguish, silenced by the distancing to anyone. Isolation is a four letter word. Through my bloody hands i see my heart reach the ground. No one is there to pick it up from the floor.

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025

Every time your lips spill their poisonous words, they infect the ones you claimed to have cared for. We are gored by your serrated ways. We shed our faith, we’ve bled oceans for your cause. We shed our faith in your atrocity. We’ve come to claim a thousand lives to live. Open hands will shape what little time we have. We exude our servitude to a lifetime of deceptive worship. Righteous hands will rise, if only to redeem the city of the gods. And in ourselves we trust. A thousand fists will rain. This mighty downpour will wash away. There is new hope in every open eye. Promise to ourselves that these words will never die. We exude our servant hood to a lifetime of immoral worship. Righteous hands will rise, if only to redeem the souls of the meek. Burn your spores so your plague will not manifest in the hearts of the innocent. And when the blackest day becomes forever grey, the ash will scatter of what has not remained. The ashes have buried you.

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025

Your feminine fingers are like daggers. Tearing me apart, with each caressing stroke. My scars unravel cruel history. Our love was stab wounds and lusty kisses. In your eyes I see wasted tears for wasted years, and heartache, heartfelt for granted. You left me with nothing but the desire to overcome. This gaping wound from where you stole my vital organ. But keep it with you, a trophy for yourself. Still you linger for another gaze. Die away from me. I won’t stand by while you plague the air with your lies and deception. My shirt stained crimson, from long nights of anguish. These scars are forever, but this won’t be eternity. You wash away guilt in the oceans of my tears. I will drown you.

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025

Please cut this noose. Untie these hands for me. They will insurrect my former self. Hide behind your failed design. Perfect its imperfections. I’ll carry out the plans of old. I’ll dig through the remains of my ruins. Unearthing something truly remarkable once hidden by your opaque heart. I’ll carry out plans of old. Digging through the remains of my ruins. From this day forth, your love will poison no longer. A strange suffocation, enticing existence. It’s comforting, the artificial life. A ghostly bliss without your kiss. Never grasping what you’ve hoped for. Your translucent hands pass through the sunlight. You’ll never feel that loving glow. Damned to be deprived of the blissful warmth of heaven. As you dissipate into the shadows.

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025

The waking hour of scarlet warfare, I will fight for you. Our blood will wash away. Their skin will crack and peel in a thousand fires. We will break every bone, we will crush them all to dust. An attempt so frivolous to save your life. Watch you hit the sanguine ground like autumn leaves. With each nail driven you drift away. This somber burial is a calamity. Rise from your casket and kiss new breath from me. To those who can't behold your fading moonlight beauty radiating from your precious eyes, a tender gaze. Never witnessing an instance when you held time still forever in your matron hands. Rise from your casket revive this effigy. New life will feed your starving lungs. New blood will surge through collapsed arteries, and I'll hold you through it all.

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025

The sweltering heat sweeps through the blood, raising internal rage. The escalation of annoyance converts fingers to fists. Ready to smash the moral wall retaining the release, restraining the release. Wash over placid with flooding waves of hate. Diverge the silence with cathartic piercing screams. Unleash on your enemies a sweeping firestorm. Laying devastation upon those who haze you. Forever they curse you. Forever loathing the day they unraveled the fabric of your innocence. Gnawing at every tame fray, leaving only vengeance. A sheltered source of inspiration for your master plan to lay everything to waste. With no aggressor, without a foot to stamp out every garden of hope. Plant a row of remorse, and a crop of forgiveness. Raise yourself in a better world.

When the bite of the steel catches your face, give it all your flesh to strip away. Revealing all the scars you hide inside. Your inner quarrels, your struggle to survive. A crimson hand to choke your throat. I’ll stop your breath as long as it takes. To end this torture, clearing a forest of oppression. Can you taste the soil as it fills your lungs? To extinguish the fire, the fire burning in your eyes. You cannot stop the scorching. We’ll lay you down on your eternal bed. The soothing touch of a wrathful hand. You leave the sky, encased in the earth. Can you feel the roots as they seep inside your heart? A crimson hand to do the will of god. We’ll wipe you out to clear the land for angels. With the turning of the tide.

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025