Wound Creations

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Limitations in manners nailed deep within Spreading as internal flood This peak of knowledge and its corrosion Has turned the survivors into their own victims Constant progress in escaping alive Is degradation of regret By the time they would deviate A state seen as an ill vision has become the essence Discarding the future, discarding senses Raising barriers in front of what's gone Beyond a mental cliff lies the chance to be By their own feet they'll fall Every stride of a thought counts another clinch Coming altered, not replaced Harsh will be the sight at the center of atrocity Where the edge eroded a long time ago It's hard to attempt when you figure out you've vanished The need to drop the flaws of nature Hard to attempt when you figure out you've vanished Cause of them vanquished Dispose of the bleak trace Prostration of humanity Dispose of the trace Fatal conduct the bait they're chasing The eye of evolution strangling the blind Incapable to discern themselves Uncontrollable creation to reproduce in reach It's hard to attempt when you figure out you've vanished The need to drop the flaws of nature Flaws of our nature

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 22, 2025

Far in the pale horizon Burning shadows still hanging Remnants from the past The sun may not rise anymore Standing I greet the new twilight The end as well as the beginning A change for corruption and death Progression made backwards - extinction A change for silent rebirth The balance between autumn and spring Not the rising new order Like the tide sweeping the old away Silent renewal There's no need to push the limits Only to keep awaiting for the change A crime committed by the world The secret of old without words Seasons turning absurd But choked voice cannot be heard Not hte rising new order Like the tide sweeping the old away Silent renewal

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 22, 2025

Abuse of intoxicant emotions Owing all that you have to the bold Play with the knife, play with the solvent Tear open the scars and revoke the will Empty slots filling your body For vacancy to be shed on others Separating the faults from the reason Isolating your life from your mission How far to follow the thread Where you are - follow the thought you shun You are all when they have nothing And still wandering inside the trap Play with the hatch, play with the solvent From final destination onwards again Unable to distinguish the writings Because of standing too close to the wall By finding your head from the corner You would only prove your word How far to follow the thread Where you are - follow the thought you shun How far to thread by the stream Stray now - tie off the dead veins Wound fate leaves you wound creations Searching for life in ways many would question Blindly stabbing your back for your ailing needs Prey upon self

When you tricked them into your condemned dream You didn't know who would have control Where it took seconds to shape fortunes Your pains it weighed down hell Spilling blood to cleanse the memories That you know made you so frail Empty eyes look through the barrel, sweating fingers on the gun One push off the threshold to target sympathies Just a broken statue and the world remains unchanged So close and still no place where anything would end Trapped between blooded walls And the fight was there today Fists breaking against the concrete None to forgive no strength to run How could it be how would it end? When you wake up you wish them to cry Fragments of this being fragments of its meaning to burn away Suffocating in the grasp of this hate Driven to fire your last round Escape from the air and drown under the earth Dead mirror by the wayside, nowhere to turn An empty shell buried to the ground Prepare yourself to forfait Another saviour just another failure Where bleak winds grind the surface Fear and regret stain dim recollections An act of rash solutions Last one there, the broken statue Built with hands that are bleeding Empty eyes look through the shattered image And their pain it weighs down hell Spilling blood to cleanse the memories That you know make you so frail How could it be how would it end? When you wake up they are holding your time Fragments of this being fragments of its meaning

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 22, 2025

Certain to die and become an image of those deeds No phase of acridity shall be excused Retribution not contented until the urge takes control For schemes will leash the future to come Outrage refines Posioned sympathy trapped between eyes Lying under torture you would not hold longer Instead of one's strength it's the other's weakness For that has become the trap of its bearer Outrage refines Cutting out all alikes Out of order Facing the acts A mind reveals The past a collapse Determinate fury feeding a falsehood Falsehood that is supposed to comfort Outlines of a figure emotionally cold Will feel in the extreme to assign the rest Do not ease

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 22, 2025

The most delicate master The drive, the core of our source of function Too strong the belief of supremacy And we'll drown in the lack of the increasing gain Driven since the first step And here we are trying to find our way in Time bordering all advantages Fear of infinity self-conceit The ability to process, the ability to err Truth neglected in irrational frustration Determination serving temptation Desire within unsound Euphoric ambition possessed To shorten our path, to lengthen our time The most delicate master The drive, the core of our source of function Raionality paralyzed at the altar of will Too tired of struggling, too strong to give in Driven since the first step A conscious failure of feigned ignorance Internal filt appearing so reasonable A stubborn wound none willing to heal All equal in the field of diffidence Swaying about on a weaker scent Distance blurring destination Desire within unsound Euphoric ambition possessed Idle discontent devotion

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 22, 2025

Ticking, that insane sound We dance to the running of hours Programmed moments passing by Tighten the knot around our time Fortunes slipping, ignoring despair Generations deny their collapse Staring up the gallows pole To once more sigh in relief So silent the breath of a dead man So silent we don't want to hear Just grin back at fate when it's smiling The headsman won't forget Expectations constitute the failures As we pray to have the world Programmed figures passing by On their ceaseless hunt to conquer life Wealth at the steps of the blind Seeking on both sides All clung to the ropes Failing two feet down We refuse to drown in the sand And make decisions of no avail Staring up with arrogance To play the fool nothing daunted So silent the breath of a dead man So silent we don't want to hear Laughing at those who we left behind Just can't get enough of the ride Ticking, that insane sound We dance to the running of hours Programmed moments passing by Tighten the knot around our time Fortunes slipping, ignoring despair Generations deny their collapse Staring up the gallows pole To once more sigh in relief All clung to the ropes Falling two feet down No need to flee, they have found us Praying to have it all

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 22, 2025

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