Hypnagogic Hallucinations
Instrumental
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
As corpse, bury traumas<br/> decomposed,<br/> they disappear in the subsoil,<br/> pulverizing,<br/> until every trace of existence disappeares<br/> <br/> faiding in pain<br/> the black fruits<br/> of the bad luck,<br/> unknowingly gathered already rotten<br/> from the tree of life<br/> like an altar of perversion<br/> contamined by the worms<br/> <br/> faiding in pain<br/> in communion with the celestial body<br/> of putrefaction<br/> let yourself go<br/> and embrace the death <br/> with the astral projection
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Sulphur visions seek me<br/> into this narrow cave summoning me<br/> my nostrils can feel it…. that abhorrent smell again<br/> discerning the stench<br/> of mutilation over these strange remains<br/> <br/> The dismal flutes of the wind<br/> still afflict my mind<br/> reverberation of an ancient pain<br/> from the unremembered Oligocene time<br/> Dark Cosmos.<br/> <br/> A stream in the sky guide me toward the dream<br/> but the mirage asphyxiates my spirit<br/> <br/> ..”Tekeli-li” “Tekeli-li” …<br/> <br/> You cry sour salt,<br/> <br/> I cry crystals of salt.<br/> <br/> This horrendous boreal landscape embraces me.
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
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Fighting bloody wars<br/> dismembering emotions<br/> from the abstract bodies<br/> chasing ghosts of a flattering reality<br/> in a whirwind of souls and thoughts<br/> <br/> diving,<br/> in the deeper subconscious<br/> more unknown<br/> but it dosen't even make sense<br/> <br/> vain attempts<br/> hunting a mere serenity<br/> <br/> when it's still an open wound<br/> and there's nothing else to be done<br/> then waiting for the end<br/> in a perpetual decay<br/> in a constant degradation<br/> i hear the buzz of flies and horseflies.
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
The deluge rages<br/> the water pours slowly on the windscreen<br/> as a clot of blood<br/> a shapeless mud that exacerbates my movements<br/> <br/> A choking voice on the phone<br/> tells the arrival of a dimension of sorrow<br/> <br/> Finally i can admire it the design<br/> of an open head on the tread<br/> <br/> [ I see the stars bleeding<br/> their incessant flow swallows my gaze<br/> my empty white eyes meet each other<br/> I see the stars crumbling<br/> my frail and tired legs<br/> will rest, will rot ]<br/> <br/> And now the wooden raft<br/> cuts through the pond among the water lilies<br/> Above,<br/> the dead body,<br/> the incense on the hands,<br/> the butterflies on his wounds, on his griefs<br/> <br/> It has never been so resplendent<br/> She has never been so beautiful.
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026