Blood Orchid

Black cityscape Towering… Stone fangs tearing at the sky Putrid tears fall Black horrorscape Ghosts line these avenues These streets are trenches Ugly are these scars …and filled with rats they are Filled with rats they are! There are choirs, a ghost vesper for hope Like whispers beyond the roaring machinery So few the flowers in these gardens of rust Nested they rest ‘neath the carpet of dust I stand to watch the leaving birds spread their wings They will leave high above the chaos, high above everything While I hide deep within my flesh fortress under siege Where neither teachings nor syringes can reach There must be beauty beyond this rugged city where we’re confined There must be another meaning, greater than all their lies combined I’ve chosen another path, walking away from the strains of life A search for the blood orchid in the rusted gardens of mankind Autumn clutched in the earthen arms of summer’s growth Beneath the canopy of warmth Where stars beacons the weary and small Yet every garden bear the witness of coming fall Few are the flowers in the gardens of man In these sparkling gutters of neon Babylon Ghost dance amongst the fortunate whores Scared and maimed the pale stumble on… Blood Orchid There must be beauty beyond this rugged city where we’re confined Blood Orchid There must be another meaning, greater than all their lies combined Blood Orchid I’ve chosen another path, walking away from the strains of life Blood Orchid A search for you in these rusted gardens of mankind I stand to watch the leaving birds spread their wings They will leave high above the chaos, high above everything While I hide deep within my flesh fortress under siege Where neither teachings nor syringes can reach There must be beauty beyond this rugged city where we’re confined There must be another meaning, greater than all their lies combined I’ve chosen another path, walking away from the strains of life A search for the Blood Orchid in the rusted gardens of mankind Blood Orchid Blood Orchid

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 25, 2025

All aboard, this ship bound for wreckage Sail ho, fuckers! Who could foresee that this state of mind was forever? That we would never wake up from our nightmares? That the black poison dripped onto our skin would burn us That the clean streams of time wouldn’t be able to wash it away… Once these robes were worn as masquerade costumes The smooth velvet reviled hooks and razor claws That would not come of, cutting into the skin The harder we pulled the deeper its barbs dug in… Until death do us part my fair ones We the kings and queens of the depraved undone In the filthy streets, our splendid court, this neon Babylon We are the stars that refuse to shine No ships will navigate by our signs We are the tones that distort the chord In a world of perfection we are the flawed We are the birds with broken wings The useless ones, we don’t believe in anything We believe in no gods left high above And there will be no angels where we go We are the Ashen Nectar We are the tainted well We are the Ashen Nectar Side by side, we watch the world go by We are the Ashen Nectar The last poets of a dying breed We are Ashen Nectar Our skins our canvases, our paint the blood we bleed All words were first spoken then stolen Onto paper splattered By the weakened hand in the dark room Visions and a life lay scattered We are suns bent for darkness The stars that refuse to shine Artists of a different kind The ones that leave nothing behind There is no clean white bed, for this dying bride Farewell… We left our last pieces to be lost In forgotten dusty attics Where our blood has dried We were the ashen nectar fanatics There will nothing left when we leave Our shadowy art will remain unseen As we step through the haze Silhouettes exiting this dream We are the stars that refuse to shine No ships will navigate by our signs We are the tones that distort the chord In a world of perfection we are the flawed We are the birds with broken wings The useless ones, we don’t believe in anything We believe in no gods left high above And there will be no angels where we go We are the Ashen Nectar We are the tainted well We are the Ashen Nectar Side by side, we watch the world go by We are the Ashen Nectar The last poets of a dying breed We are Ashen Nectar Our skins our canvases, our paint the blood we bleed

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 25, 2025

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