Àmr

Lend me the eyes of millennia Align the rapid glimpse of lives in frames Like fading photographs in ashes In desperate seconds, closed in by the flames Let me walk into their cities When dust and sand has covered every trace Of love, of pain and liberty A veil of ash and night across its face I would cast a shadows over beacons To see disoriented swarms disperse Like rays of hope into the night The rise of civilizations in reverse And as ghosts among the living Like echoes of a fading song We could run across the battlefields On blood-stained roads to freedom Lend me the eyes of millennia Align the rapid glimpse of lives in frames Like fading photographs in ashes In desperate seconds, closed in by the flames Let me walk into their cities When dust and sand has covered every trace Of love, of pain and liberty

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025

Gently lay my head against the wall and listen For the footsteps, outside, to fade out and disappear Hold my breath, a pause suspended dust in silence Exhale, relief, that's one less enemy Or a saviour lost I threw my eyes So far into the void A wager for the blind I threw my eyes So far into the void Hours after hours Waiting for the emptiness To cultivate the night The emptiness Will soon deliver, soon deliver Emptiness A serenade to revelation Emptiness will soon deliver me Softly run my hands across the ground beneath me Any trace of fabricated pride is washed away Turn my faceless head against the raining skies The dignity and power of this solitude I am here to stay I threw my eyes So far into the void Now all I see if you {solo} I threw my eyes So far into the void And now I know Now I know Emptiness Will cultivate the night The emptiness Will soon deliver, soon deliver Emptiness A serenade to revelation Emptiness Will soon deliver me

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025

Half awake, deprived of sleep and dignity I stand before the blinding lights My body trembling, survival instincts gasp for air Rays of madness tear the nights in me Torn from the slumber, like a drunken king To watch the cities burn The world I used to see, no longer a part of me In bleak reflections, stripped of my humanity Yet I have all to gain -the slate is clean And all the "why's" I need -the stakes are high The wheels of fate have turned -the chariot awaits And I will set the course -on paths of tribulation A refugee of reason In a world of disbelief Outnumbered by the thousands Empowered by the ones I seek Yet I have all to gain -the slate is clean And all the "why's" I need -the stakes are high The wheels of fate have turned -the chariot awaits And I will set the course -on paths of tribulation

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025

A tranquil silence echoes through the blackness Stumbling away each step a fall Into another void the ever endless Fluctuating centre of it all I've seen you here before I couldn't reach you We spoke the truth with bleeding, cut out tongues And turned our backs to all the roads we ever knew In this maze where you are lost And I belong A gallery of aeons lie in pieces Spread like ashes over Babylon Where the quest of orphan martyrs ceases When they find the gods they loved are gone I've seen you here before I couldn't reach you We spoke the truth with bleeding, cut out tongues And turned our backs to all we ever knew In this maze where you are lost And I belong

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025

The room fell still, submerged by time The chatter drowned in liquid hours If ever words were obsolete The vibrant air would speak There is conduct Like honour among thieves There is grace Within the fearful eyes of those who seek And we know We know so well the endgame of our presence Instinctively we throw ourselves Into these rites of passage The paths to where we might belong Are riddles in a long forgotten tongue And these sentiments we share... Unspoken violence suspended in the air This is how our eyes could never meet Strangers by a monument of hope In silent hours, you have known my name But none of us could ever be the same I could cut you open with a word Let your blood run down into the soil If only for a moment to be free Complete with me In rites of passage

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025

Shadows seep through the pores Of a rain worn, marble statue And drain the fading colours From the depths of my eyes To see, and feel this frozen river That is tears and blood and fate Washing over me, like a cleansing fire Washing over me, like it was mine And in this raging storm Where reveries take form To see the outlines of a destiny unfold The sleeping giants rise Like bodies trapped in ice Their gaze transfixed on the horizon Like a cleansing fire Washing over me Like it was mine Beneath the words Below the lies Deep within the blackened halls Of weaknesses and cries To glimpse the contours Of a long-forgotten jewel Place the chisel, lift the hammer high And in this raging storm Where reveries take form To see the outlines of a destiny unfold The sleeping giants rise Like bodies trapped in ice Their gaze transfixed on the horizon

Spread out clean sheets Get the mind ready for the deep sleep Fade out the cold lights Still, these linens feel like concrete Drifting though closed eyes Watching incapacities materialize Like in the song, a prisoner Of my own device Another part of me could have been the unleashed What would it be, how would it feel If the ideals of self were real? Is it a cure, or is it disease? Would i know emptiness from peace? Tracing the fears back to the start Raptures to tear the world apart Written in scars that never heal This is the deal This is the deal Wake up like an undead Ashes of the night swirling though my head Breathless, heartless Ravenous RAVENOUS Another part of me could have been the unleashed Forever circling back to the crossroads of my dreams Where twin black angels lead the way What would it be, how would it feel If the ideals of self were real? Is it a cure, or is it disease? Would i know emptiness from peace? Tracing the fears back to the start Raptures to tear the world apart Written in scars that never heal This is the deal

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025

From childhood’s hour I have not been As others were - I have not seen As others saw - I could not bring My passions from a common spring From the same source I have not taken My sorrow - I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone And all I lov’d - I lov’d alone Then - in my childhood - in the dawn Of a most stormy life - was drawn From ev’ry depth of good and ill The mystery which binds me still From the torrent, or the fountain From the red cliff of the mountain From the sun that ‘round me roll’d In its autumn tint of gold From the lightning in the sky As it pass’d me flying by From the thunder, and the storm And the cloud that took the form (When the rest of Heaven was blue) Of a demon in my view

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025