Riding the Tides of Malice
A tide of red consumes, blinding my eyes to the future price I feel my flesh swell with malice It's the war of sin on sin The devil of my being is poised like ice on my shoulder Whispering his hymns of hate He's a grotesque figure of disgust He's the impulse through my veins For too long now he's been ignored I feel the time has come to hear what he has to say Gathering the nails that will forever hold the coffin shut I thousand to silence the guilty, but only one to leave my mark A tide of red consumes, blinding my eyes to the future price Again, my flesh swells with malice They'll repent thir sins through mine It's a quest for peace through this pain of yours A burial of the hatchet so to speak I'm losing my faith to the voice of ill reason It's a two-sided story with one ending and it's mine Yes, there is room for regret But the gleam is so inviting M blood runes cold to the boil I will ride the silver shards Hold out my hand to those who might share the page And turn my back on those who would shun my rage The tides of retribution can be foul But when I'm forced to wear your thorns as a crown My darker half makes light to it all But the price is high for this short lived peace of mind And my spirit is at low tide My shoulder is bare and I'm paying the price Until my bitter end
Submitted by Pestilence — Jun 03, 2026
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I can feel it infinitely It has grown stronger, much stronger than before Tracing the outline of my soul From existence to existence The unseen holds its guard Straying my footsteps from harm Teaching the lessons of lives... of lives once lived Caution holds fast to my heart Preparing my mind and body for all that I fear For all that I've known Always remember When forgotten it weakens its guard Protect the secret... when spoke of too freely It may not play the part Think it aloud to raise the unseen shield I'll hex my own soul to divert and deceive the fire Swallow all options to light it and let the aura glow Step into darkness Cherish this gift and the power it can hold The spirit's archives echo the pains of all time Whispering warnings - They can be heard in the corners of the mind I must write in a spiritual form And pass my experience through the centuries What is learned today will be the rules of tomorrow The presence will follow It will never be seen Taking its form Through our cautious instinct I can feel it again Stronger than before Tracing the outline of my soul
Submitted by Pestilence — Jun 03, 2026