The Phantom Agony

O nate vulnerate, cito veni ad me. Te amplectar et vulnera, tua lingam. Utinam te haberem, mi amor caelestis.

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 24, 2025

Chance doesn’t exist, but the path of life is not, totally so predestined. Time and chronology, show us how all should be, in the ways of existence, to find out why we are here. Being conscious, is a torment. The more we learn, is the less we get. No one surveys the whole, focus on things so small. But life's objective, is to make it meaningful. Only searching for this, that which doesn’t exist. Although our ability, to relativize remains unclear. Being conscious, is a torment. The more we learn, is the less we get. Every answer, contains a new quest. A quest to non-existence, a journey with no end. I’m not afraid to die! I’m afraid to be alive, without being aware of it. I’m so afraid to, I couldn’t stand to, waste all my energy in things, that do not matter anymore. Our future has already been, written by us alone. But we don’t grasp the meaning, of our programmed course of life. We only fear what comes, and smell death every day. Our future has already been, wasted by us alone. And we just let it happen, and do not worry at all. Our future has already been, written by us alone. But we don’t grasp the meaning, of our programmed course of life. We only fear what comes, and smell death every day. Search for the answers, that lie beyond. Being conscious, is a torment. The more we learn, is the less we get. Every answer, contains a new quest. A quest to non-existence, a journey with no end.

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 24, 2025

So sweet caress, never long to last! You entered my soul, and gave hope to my life. So sweet caress, never hope to last! You left me behind, all alone and aghast. Capured inside such, an austere Elysium. Imperfect feelings, futile grief. Love, a device, against all solitude. As it all went on, the love became, a field in a dream, that once had been real. So sweet caress, never long to last! Destroy this illusion, we need a change of fate! Your frantic thoughts, are only a condemned cry. Imperfect feelings, futile grief. Love, a device, against all solitude. As it all went on, the love became, a field in a dream, that once had been real. Primo somniare videbamur, deinde veritas se praecipitavit. I secretly longed for something, which had never existed. First I thought it was a dream, but then it smashed into reality. Beautiful on the outside, decayed deeply within. I secretly longed for something, which had never existed. Devoted to a body, without a soul. Numquam non tibi diffidam.

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 24, 2025

I. Impasse Of Thoughts I can't see you, I can't hear you. Do you still exist? I can't feel you, I can't touch you. Do you exist? The Phantom Agony! I can't taste you, I can't think of you. Do we exist at all? II. Between Hope & Despair The future doesn't pass, and the past won't, overtake the present. All that remains is, an obsolete illusion. We are afraid, of all the things, that could not be. A phantom agony! Do we dream at night, or do we share, the same old fantasy? I am a silhouette of the person, wandering in my dreams. We are afraid, of all the things, that could not be. A phantom agony! Tears of unprecedented beauty, reveal the truth of existence. We're all sadists! The age-old development, of consciousness. Drives us away, from the essence of life. We meditate too much, so that our instincts will fade away. They fade away! What's the point of life, and what's the meaning, if we all die in the end? Does it make sense to learn, or do we forget everything? We are afraid, of all the things, that could not be. A phantom agony! Tears of unprecedented beauty, reveal the truth of existence. We're all pessimists! The age-old development, of consciousness. Drives us away, from the essence of life. We meditate too much, so that our instincts will fade away. They fade away! Teach me how to see, and free the disbelief in me. What we get is what we see, the Phantom Agony. A te spiritus noster, devoratur et nostra anima capitur! III. Nevermore (Instrumental) The lucidity of my mind, has been revealed in new dreams. I am able to travel where my heart goes, in search of self-realization. This is the way to escape, from our agitation, and develop ourselves. Use your illusion, and enter my dream...

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 24, 2025