Shores of Sorrow

The stars sing the sorrow, air laid down as so depraved. A lost chord echoes again with the rain. Thoughts fill the breath, to be carried by the stars to the once so sad world. A lost chord echoes again. Creating a new path, to be brought by those waves. Longing silently, for something that cannot be reached. In the dreams, remembrance, something that drift away. To the once so sad world, from the night that holds thoughts for Catharsis.

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025

A time that once was burning in depths, a time that withered the mind. Being venomous, blood, on a purified soil. Night on the edge of the day. Beholding the rising, beholding these paths. A new aeon. Reaching the way out, away, without finding it. Beholding the dance of shadows. In the cold nest of plague that spreads warmness into me.

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025

I hear the stars sing, be the shadows reaching lonelines within the world, within the void. Eyes of knowledge, eyes of the blind. I see the ocean roar. Pulling itself away, off from the shores. Shores of sorrow, shores of darkness. I smell the decayed leafs, landing down from their wombs. From the old gallow trees. I feel the wind, as it rises the dawn and whirls the sun.

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025

The fortress of sorrow, alone. Lamentation. Misery, and sadness. Once again lost from the eyes, spelled by emptiness. In void of eternal dream. No tears to rose abloom, for what once shined. No paths leading to there. No gates locked, only dreams.

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025