Fevered

Dresssed in white Stained with blood On her naked feet A silent dance she dances In the forest where the trees Scream out in agony As they reach for A faded and dying sky Stung by the poisoned thorn She walks the world She kisses the ground Where the flowers turned all gray And their scents were forever forgotten Together with her name Stung by the poisoned thorn She walks the world

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 25, 2025

Marking this body of infancy Wounds - smiling my way Again emotions fail to exist The anguish of existence calls us all The world is sick and life is the disease Feverish we breed See the willow that embodies my weeping And so the weeping calls us all The world is sick And life is the disease Feverish we breed The loneliness feeds my resentment I remain dead

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 25, 2025

An image of a wailing blackbird Embedded in my chest My heart bleeds the tainted purity Of this emptiness Heal these wounds of bitterness That hurt in me Released once again The anxiety subjected By a devotion - Dead I am rejected What I have kept in my Heart so frail and cold Vanishes into this Nothingness that now unfolds Heal these wounds of bitterness That hurt in me Released...

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 25, 2025

The words left scars After they had silenced To see something grow Only to die away The illusion of you Always so intense Your abscence of emotion The illusion of you Together with your kisses you dried away All these lonely times Gathered deep inside The illusion of you Always so intense Your abscence of emotion Always so intense

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 25, 2025

Innocence in shape of angels - Sanguine My bloodstained skin veiling the dance of veins Afresh we bleed Atrocities of life No man dies as innocent As he was born Where sin is our salvation We shall feast upon The fruits of paradise Afresh we bleed Atrocities of life No man dies as innocent As he was born The angels with the last plagues Raped in heaven

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 25, 2025

Singing that died away The nightingale silenced In this world, our decadence The sweetness turned sour Naked and bled Her blackened wings spread Feathers - burned and frayed Sore and sick she fades The nestling falls down Dead on earth As sickness takes hold Of the essence Naked and bled Her blackened wings spread Feathers - burned and frayed Sore and sick she fades Together we die Born unable Expose the filth Suppressed within

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 25, 2025

In the gallery of lost hopes We stand as mortal shells In this futile passion Let the whorish smile seduce you In this sickness we all carry Let the insects crawl you through On this sweet and sickly day My soiled hands dig in the mould Where all beauty lies rotting In the gallery of lost hopes You pass between my memories As morality dies in my heart Let the whorish smile seduce you On this sweet and sickly day White sheets drenched With bodily fluids that dry on my skin Experience the infection I bring I cling to you in fever and lay myself into your sea And let the nausea wash through me

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 25, 2025

In the tragic play A marionette of the clock Pages filled with a chronicle in blood Scents and sights,come back to me My life in memories, makes me want to go Try and hold on to what's left of all The golden scenes I forever want to know The curtains are lifted Reveal a spectacle of rare 'Til the final act I am your tragic one Soaring in the wind Sounds - so transcendent So faint and softly Carries me above Scents and sights...

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 25, 2025

Trees cut the wounded sky Of autumn it hangs dead Clouded in silver Of autumn it hangs dead Like a voice from within begging me to stay The same as the one telling me to get away Deep in my heartache Scattered like leaves lies love?s light Gather me up And hold me through the night Like a voice from within begging me to stay The same as the one telling me to get away Your beauty is a wound in me Serene in virginity

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 25, 2025

Submission For what lies beyond? I subject myself to you It's not visible But this scar cuts so much deeper