Lost in Oneself
He stood stuck in midst the countless swallowed by its ugliness. Heard it screaming and raging. Revulsion glued to his lips.<br/> Saw the changing shadows sink upon the human dreariness.<br/> <br/> Thought how can one believe to love a pile of dusty stones. As if hugged by steel arms his fate became absurd. Through disgust and hate he was pushed back in his dreary walls.<br/> <br/> Beginning to follow useless dreams which grow to lunacy for the lack of their fulfilment in a world of ordinariness. Disgust and hate.<br/> <br/> So all the town had to give was an endless poverty covered by a grey haze of constant mediocrity, by a dead ocean over which the black watchmen fly.<br/> <br/> Contaminated air was drenched with excrements and sweat. And so his story was not a symbolic case of thoughts nor the eternal faith in love and mercy but reality.<br/> <br/> And what would be more real than hell, what would be more just? What would be more fairer and so merciless as hell.
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Instrumental
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
The creation has grown to swallow everything - Emptiness!<br/> A lifelong scratching at the coffin lid - forfeited!<br/> Can you believe in devastation? Solution!<br/> <br/> There is not even hope in death - Damnation!<br/> Death is just another state of decay, you know it. <br/> Is there one thing left you cannot destroy? - Destination!<br/> <br/> Nothing has killed itself. Nothing is dead. Creation is its own wound and we are its blood. Nothing has killed itself.<br/> <br/> Nothing is dead. The world is the grave in which it decays.<br/> The creation has grown to swallow everything - Desperation!<br/> You do not have to stand above all things - Unattained!<br/> For the eyes to witness divine purity, can you navigate through deafening sound? Infinity!<br/> Harmonies that rest in tossing waters. The world is chaos and nothing is the god yet to be born.
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Dead ashlars, petrified air, forceps are laying in wait. Screaming ashlars, panting walls, ropes tighten and rip. Agony is sticking at the walls and the earth is discharging pus.<br/> <br/> The fire is asleep and the hours creep by then he stands in the doorway. Agony is coming down the walls and lowers on everything.<br/> Hell stares out through every crack, the chamber of torture is starting to breathe.<br/> <br/> The illusion man breaks through his hand. What remains is a screaming animal. The superl of his movements creates infinite fear. <br/> The illusion man breaks through his hand. What remains is a screaming animal. His desire is inexhaustible. And molten fire is casted over white flesh. Houses are creeping over the ground. He is stepping into a place, he is examining a strangers face. The eyes are blackest depths.<br/> The stranger says:<br/> <br/> "You are the torturer. You are the ugliest, you are the last of mankind. My life is a descent into nothing, yours remains the same in nothing. I enjoyed every pleasure. but revulsion is left over. Yours is eternal, you torture. Let's reverse roles, let me be the torturer just for 24 months".<br/> <br/> He turns to the stranger, an ulcerous orb. He is fleeing from a gigantic grin who is bursting with venom and arrives at his new home.<br/> Impending onslaught is drawing near. Darkness is creeping into the pores, he is waiting.<br/> <br/> The sacrifice bowl is broken, the stranger does not come. He is whipping the dogs to death. Insane, he massacres wife and child. He hears the sentence through the distance. They bind his body with stakes to the ground. A gigantic grin, it is the stranger.<br/> <br/> The torture chamber is the world, the world is pain, the torturer is god. A man screams:<br/> "Why didn't you come?"<br/> <br/> God laughs: <br/> "Why become man again?"<br/> <br/> A man groans:<br/> "Why do you torture me?"<br/> <br/> God laughs:<br/> "I do not need any shadow".
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Instrumental
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
The thought of being followed, the thought of being chased was beyond all doubt why I started to act. Walking back the road I had come I wanted to reconcile the doomed affair. We were supposed to meet like two of a kind but a yawning chasm between us seemed to change the facts. The hunter became the hunted. The prey became the hunter.<br/> <br/> It will be the stalker who will fall in the trap. Steps came up from behind, shudders went down my spine. Blood rushed into my brain, reversed, fog came up, he tried to escape but I never lost his scent. Cornered, hunter and prey. Psycho trap.<br/> <br/> When I caught his stare, vicious and insane, then I knew he was the man who hunted me. He spoke of his life as if it did not exist, borrowed for a period only known to me. He told me how he was led astray, he was conquered by death. He thought it was fate, but it was not death, it was the fear of death. Always committed to suicide. Joy? He never had any, never.<br/> <br/> Because of his meaning of death, life, his own was a lie. Failed, that is why he kills. For me it was too late to escape. Trapped, that is why I had to die.
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
The creation has grown to swallow everything - Emptiness!<br/> A lifelong scratching at the coffin lid - forfeited!<br/> Can you believe in devastation? Solution!<br/> <br/> There is not even hope in death - Damnation!<br/> Death is just another state of decay, you know it. <br/> Is there one thing left you cannot destroy? - Destination!<br/> <br/> Nothing has killed itself. Nothing is dead. Creation is its own wound and we are its blood. Nothing has killed itself.<br/> <br/> Nothing is dead. The world is the grave in which it decays.<br/> The creation has grown to swallow everything - Desperation!<br/> You do not have to stand above all things - Unattained!<br/> For the eyes to witness divine purity, can you navigate through deafening sound? Infinity!<br/> Harmonies that rest in tossing waters. The world is chaos and nothing is the god yet to be born.
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
I have the vision of the great big void but this nightmare wears no grinning death mask, it is a condition in which you can foresee the end of all the things, and this void is neither emptiness nor silence.<br/> <br/> Instead, the definitely exposed evil, hold in scorn, a sinister threat, transforms all delights to ridicule and dries up your struggles.<br/> I wanted to stamp sense in the senseless. I wanted to be recognised in solitude.<br/> <br/> And who conjured steady the outermost consequence of yes and no? And it all came true. Futility and the breakdown of all faith. And the worst. The dead in their shrouds called me and scorned my life. Still unborn genders demand to be saved from the farce of a mortal life.
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
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