Joy

How can I trust what is not seen by eyes? Is it my faith or am I just blind? Always so scared of the end of my days. Searching for truth as I enter the grave. Growing so old, closer to death. This heavy weight pressing my chest. Thinking it through every day. Dreams of myself rotting away. What will I see? Where will I be? I'm just a man who's begging to see. I'm just a man, so broken and weak. With only days left, clinging to life. There's only one thing plaguing my mind. What happens to me when I die? What will I see on the other side? What happens to me when I die? What will I see on the other side? Forgive me. Take me to the light. Is it death? Is it life? I'm afraid of the other side. What will my eyes see when I cross that line?

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 25, 2025

Anger has a hold on me. Burning everything. Blinded by rage, hand to the flame. This demon inside me, he just can't be tamed. Bottle it up, buried inside. Afraid of myself, am I Jackal or Hyde? Blood is boiling (burning myself) Tensions rising (losing control) Anger has a hold on me. Burn. Anger has a hold on me, burning everyone I see. Burning inside. The red in my eyes. Both of my sides just wanting to die. Expose to the light, the darkness I fight Problems with anger. Exposing both sides. Blood is boiling (burning myself) Tensions rising (losing control) I think I'm about to snap, now everybody will know. The anger inside, it's starting to rise. Exposing both sides. My switchblade teeth.

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 25, 2025