Absolution

Be prepared: I shall not make way for thee But thou shalt make way for me! I am not the one Whom hath planted future’s seeds But reap upon the ground... of this moment So I may peel away life’s clarity And slice thy previous intentions into tiny dreams Demise: An absolution of what once was; Commanding relief From thy commitment Old sentiments shall have no other use But to shine like glass on brittle pages Yet, I shall repay your futile efforts The transience of mourning over definite loss Whilst confronting thy identity Through deformation past recognition Until thou findeth another self Consistency is so easily cut Unawares by my scythe Which is known to have stripped shadows from mirror souls As I cross thy existence With the certainty of fate pinned to my heels Pinned to my heels So, be prepared For I shall not make way for thee But for a different aftertime that follows me!

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025

Do tell me why my dreams Speak to me always of never? For I am the never, the ever dreaming senses Within the windows of mine eyes, the beauty is ever shame This searing imagery roots within my consciousness Imagery that which I wish to know of, and wish not to know of They are one in the same The silence of screaming, deep within the void of my never Take away the emptiness The dance echoes its imagery to me Again and again... and again Our dance... our very last dance Taunting me, taunting delicately around the empty carousel Of what I now wish to be and what remains of my dreams Why must I dream of the flourishing fountain Ever flowing with the blood of al whom hath cried out my name? Forget not my name The dance echoes its imagery to me Again and again... and again Our dance... our very last dance Taunting me, taunting delicately around the empty carousel Of what I now wish to be and what remains of my dreams A glimpse of a beautiful painting slips away Leaving in its place a canvas of endless black... Yet the illusion remains

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025

La rose se meurt... Les petales tombent parmi les feuilles Fond toi en moi En des images d’une beaute sans amour Et des profiles eclaires en silhouettes ecarlates Dance with me but one more time Embrace the silence as I die Never mend my broken wings And never hear the children sing The blade deepens, the shame weakens us They gather and dream of passion and vengeance The duality of the motion is all that remains We are death, and death shall be our only companion Death shall be our only companion Frozen cries fill the air Must we die without despair? Another dream flowing with lies Bleeding souls, bleeding eyes Ta main pour toujours mienne Plonge moi dans le sang et les larmes Et meurt avec moi encore une fois Les enfants ne jouen, ne cient, ne dansent Et ne chantent plus Frozen skies fill the air The children cry without despair A look of peace shows only lies Deep within their frozen eyes Mefiez-vous mon ange brise De ceux qui sont moins misericordieux que moi La lame s’enfonce... la honte nous affaiblit Ils se rassemblent et reve De passion et vengeance Dance with me but one last time Take my hand and cry for light Open thy broken wings And hear the dying children sing...

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025