Remotecontrolled Scythe

Construct... destruct... My eyes are no eyes, my pain is not pain These weary hours are my life, so check the score, it's... Six-nothing against empty-hearted, still certain of none Six-nothing against the hollow-souled Destruct... destruct... My sixes are none and none is all This black-dyed truth equals my life, must adapt to the illogical rules to survive Misunderstood the ambition, my nails so failed... Six-nothing against empty-hearted, still certain of none Six-nothing against the hollow-souled To endure or to escape? To leave... for something better? "Knee-deep in things I did or did not do, a conscious kill of all I've achieved"

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025

I'm yearning to reveal my burden For the sake of sympathy, another moment lost As shown by an ordinary eye; lenient efforts sink down in to oblivion and my irrelevance shines completely through Attacking when I can't defend; In a sleep beyond The End itself I am irrelevant for the final of Gods The entirety can only be seen behind the looking glass, where an ordinary eye can't see Not a tremendous sense of delight, but a scorching flame of nothingness As the "deep well of forget" floods with anything even least productive This is a moment that I never anticipated... Devotion for these ideas threats my sense-lit road Infection loaded with pathos; an attack with the most clever of ways I am irrelevant for the final of Gods The entirety can only be seen behind the looking glass, where an ordinary eye can't see "Devotion for these ideas threats my sense-lit road"

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025

"Flashback by demons of mine vigil waiting for dusk Eternal hours of celebration, join them to receive this bliss... Measure the weight of decisive options chosen by them" Inhale the breath of devil, so mild Exhale the breath of an angel, so furious, threatening and familiar, so me... A flashback by demons of mine, they are here; the circle has closed Eternal hours of despair with them in this bliss known as hell "The options were never measured, ceremonies never started..." Inhale the breath of devil, so mild Exhale the breath of an angel, so furious, threatening and familiar, so me... The source of them must be suffocated Some of my demons are longing Some of my demons are willing to betray! The entrance in another longitude... proceed to the last divider Blessed thorns on them... perfect time for final reckoning With a diabolical halo upon, the key to true vengeance is mine Inhale the breath of devil, so mild Exhale the breath of an angel, so furious, threatening and familiar, so me... The source of them must be suffocated ...exhale the reek of them...

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025

Your eyes are broad, but the vision's narrow Your words are wide, but the effect's trivial... Never a thought for the most certain fact: there's something under the thinnest scratch... Stable smile means no life, the RC scythe stays tuned tonight Self-implied god; a standard The words you escape will strangle you... Never a glance at the most certain fact: there's a whole different world inside the plastic surface Stable smile means no life, the RC scythe stays tuned tonight Swallow the gift - spit out the useless But read this clear: "I am the d-cell inside death" ...and we articulate correctly, until perfection... Stable smile means no life, the RC scythe stays tuned tonight You stole my tongue and asked me speak You told me to lie and did not believe my words, so I'll isolate, withdraw, enjoy... As the RC scythe stays tuned tonight

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025

Your shallow approach for all is crushing me into a trillion shreds I refuse to become a side-effect, so take what's yours and go... Why can't I be of same false soul? Why can't I be the beast behind those enthralling eyes? You lift me up in to charms of dyonesia, and tear me down at the threshold of my ultimate, glamorous peak "Frustration is the outstanding emotion as I curse my pitiful fate" Redeemed? Maybe not, but I still recognize myself despite the scenes you built to lure me Redeemed! At last a time to reconstruct myself But what's the use for redemption if the outcome is this: "Aggressive creature, a fiend to all, even my shadow, it hates..." What's the use for redemption if the outcome is this: "Forefront bitterness, a fiend to all..." What's the use for redemption if it makes me a savage-like beast?

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025

Welcome to the last few moments of our "near-life experience", that unwilling to yield we struggle to sustain... But what if all fails? What is our back-up plan to survive? Another venture to regain in so-called glory More I feel, more I fear...turns'n'turns'n'turns The demon-clockwork turns The guilt of wishing an end to this all is tightly anchored to our lack of time... I abhor the seconds - we need extended hours to flee The gravity is crushed and all floats uncontrolled The death of present time is near; farewell naivism... We're waiting for the never to come More I feel, more I fear...turns'n'turns'n'turns The demon-clockwork turns

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025

Placed in the most vulnerable place we can bear Creating illusions which adhere from this moment to the last What a perfect lie... maintained by the X that dwells inside We cannot kill it, can't live without it, it burns like a fire, it stains like a curse Corroding cavity through our minds Controlling us, filter X Affecting our human core with the most dangerous way; deleting principles we dear Replacement; a circuit that operates with rigid preciseness and eventually we are all connected We cannot kill it, can't live without it, it burns like a fire, it stains like a curse Controlling frequencies we use to code for assistance Consuming us, filter X Their DNA-integrated spine is manipulating us with reactions usually granted only for protection against threats that would deny what is man by nature What a perfect lie, greater than itself... Reject the impulse from the internal device Remnants from the time without control cause an evergaining mourn for the past from this hell What a perfect lie... protected by the X that dwells inside We cannot kill it, can't live without it, it burns like a fire, it stains like a curse Controlling frequencies we use to code for assistance Consuming us, filter X

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025

Surrounding silence scatters as we hear the steps of the lonely one Entering for the last time his atelier of minds... This haunting figure creates a variety of traits Those hidden features that otherwise never emerge... Combined to form a sketch of me, to concretize the essence of solemn hate Follow the figure to these ruins - witness the loss Within every scene of dark tunnels in mind; every stroke so firm and admirable "But what inspires the picture of complete loss? What is the source of neverending grief?" Follow the figure to these ruins - witness the loss What it takes to raze the figure inside? Is it a consent to destroy with him? Within every scene of dark tunnels in mind; every stroke so firm and admirable "But what inspires the picture of complete loss? What is the source of neverending grief?" Follow the figure to these ruins - witness the loss

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

Remodel substitutes, the dream starts here If time is stolen one crucial moment disappers and selections are re-scheduled by odd incidents Under these timid hopes it doesn't count as we are waiting something to fill our minds and heal our hearts... Light my way deeper where the heart remains unexposed And like this... not a story with a happy ending can ever take over in real life Highly strung-out but why to entwine? To unite our thougths in one massive dream? Or just face the certain fracture? Yet, all quaint suggestions are kindly symphatized Light my way deeper where the heart remains unexposed And like this... not a story with a happy ending can ever take over in real life Remodel substitutes, the dream ends here Total awakening beyond remotest obscurity in the aftermath of deepest revealings Hands tied together in the darkest corner Where security seems to be eternal... Was this heart too fragile to be revealed? And like this... not a story without failing can ever take effect in real life Live, lie, love, lose... codes set to fill our minds

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025