Return to the Land of Fog
Challenge the very essence of sanity, By constantly shifting normality. To you I am a clown dancing alone, But I am a conductor of the stars In the land of Fog, I am King. The Lord of my own creations. Will you pass the gatekeeper and come in, To hear my inane proclamations? Strip the truth bare, see it naked and cold. See it in perspective to where you are. "But remember the orbital transcendance illusion" By the time you've seen me, I'm gone. Forever passing to the land of Fog, Shooting stars are the glints of my heels There is thunder at the door waiting to come in, I should go now to answer its call. 'Sky surfing stars in a sea of everness. Their screeching breaks, echoing in the blackness. They turn and gather, flying flends of hell. Trying to trap you in their webs of doom!' When stating destinations, the price must be paid. To pass the test of time, through which the mind is decayed. Caught now in my own shrunken world, The transmission's broken down. Danger sirens are echoing from within, Only time will tell if I get back home. The key to unlock insanity is hanging from the stars... Caught now in my own shrunken world, The transmission's broken down. Danger sirens are echoing from within, Only time will tell if I get back home. The key to unlock insanity is hanging from the stars...
Submitted by Immortal — Nov 16, 2025
An empty canvass waits for me, And I have a palette of dreams to paint your face. To paint those memories I have of you, The way your are in my thoughts A different way of living, of being as one. Not like the way we used to be. The burning Sun is on my back again, And its time to face it's light. Those memories I have of you are twisted by time. And that very way I used to be, is now just a memory. Orphaned dreams I have of you, I've grown tired of their flaws. Your colours are all tainted, And time has moved on your tired face. A different way of living, of being as one. Not like the way we used to be.
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Nov 16, 2025
In my head, distant thunder rolls on, Blue thunder with distant hooves. Cloud formations in my head, Are looking set to burst anytime. A satellite in time, drifting on the waves. Eternally spinning round and round. You can't find me, far away. And your mind cannot say which way I am, For I am gone... "I'm drifting and spinning on the web of thought, trying to anchor onto something of substance. Now I am falling like an angel from grace, but with a soul-felt emotion of being free..." A paranoid fly on the wall, I cannot be caught by mysterious webs. At sundown I travel to the stars, To gather my disciples at the sonic boom. Gods of blue thunder, riding chariots of gold. Super-sonic sound blast, heed one and all. Sub-atomic lightening, it shatters your soul, And it's echo resounds on and on and on and on...
Submitted by MetalElf — Nov 16, 2025