Deceitful Melody

Tears of you in my hands diamonds on fire I feel your pain in my ignorance of love Time passes by as this night emptiness I feel I know, oh I know, I forget you. Sharing my pain with the night But the pain is growing Your black hair, black winds from crystal mountains Afraid the future afraid to live Till the sleep takes my thoughts, Come to me Waves sound words to me, Words I heard as I stead alone Words of you

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 25, 2025

Forgotten notes Of a deceitful melody Released in the wind By an old quivering voice Swinging in space And taking the shape Of a colorful symphony Remnants of morbid habits How meaningless now Lyrics once representing the hate Make a toneless sound A blinding shine of truth Reminded the exploited Dreams of their youth Time is up For the departing silhouette But a smile Appeared above his head

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 25, 2025

The sun turned black Through the shades of gray I see your face, smile above my grave Like jackals howling to the moon Deliverance the doom of thee... Save us from tragedy The future is not to be Like thousands years of pain There is nothing to remain Save us from tragedy The future is not to be And death will come so sweet There is nothing to be seen Our hearts turned black Through the pass of time Religion faded our God defy For me a gift of torturing Our misery is here to stay Forever the candle burns hot The wind is too strong for the Flame to hold on A tear dropped from the Mourning skies ...And only death left to find ...And only death left for us

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 25, 2025

A city without a country Traveling at the cold ocean Carrying the spiritless Creatures of its era Expectations and hopes Sheltered in a few bodies What a heavy load For the floating city of sun The pure souls of The brave volunteers It's only fuel The loss of their dignity Their precious reward The floating city of sun A heaven for its passengers The living hell of Its few followers When the journey came to its end No one was there to say the farewell Just the brave volunteers Who accompanied it in the abyss

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 25, 2025

Lo! 'tis agala night Within the lonesome latter years! An angel throng, bewinged, bedight In veils, and drowned in tears, Sit in a theatre, to see A play of hopes and fears, While the orchestra breathes fitfully The music of the spheres. Mimes, in the form of God on high, Mutter and mumble low, And hither and thither fly Mere puppets they, who come and go At bidding of vast formless things That shift the scenery to and fro, Flapping from out their Condor wings Invisible Woe! That motley drama-oh, be sure It shall not be forgot! With its Phantom chased for evermore, By a crowd that seize it not, Through a circle that ever returneth in To the self-same spot, And much of Madness, and more of Sin, And Horror the soul of the plot. But see, amid the mimic rout A crawling shape intrude! A blood-red thing that writhes from out The scenic solitude! It writhes! it writhes! with mortal pangs The mimes become its food, And the angels sob at vermin fangs In human gore imbued. Out-out are the lights-out all! And, over each quivering form, The curtain, a funeral pall, Comes down with the rush of a storm, And the angels, all pallid and wan, Uprising, unveiling, affirm That the play is the tragedy "Man", And its hero the Conqueror worm.

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 25, 2025

Traces of the past The memories which make The whirlwind of illusions To destroy the castle of sanity Just yesterday I was diving In the stormy sea Just today I was Rambling in the mountains So monotonous the travel in time Only one destination Sounds can be listened to while Admiring the colors of life Inspiration is their name Behind the closed eyes, paintings appear Abstract thoughts in shadows' shapes The irony is clear

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 25, 2025

His disease, their horror The eternal prejudice Towards the unknown Transformed his life Into a nightmare So capable of drinking The wine of monotony And demanding an Honorable death next to His generation All they offered him Was the drink of slander His personal stigma The cry was fake But so frightening His spirit wasn't there When the steel entered his body They will continue to Desecrate his grave until Dust is the only remain But he isn't there, he is nowhere The martyr had stopped before It (really started)

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 25, 2025

A prayer above The seraph's mourn His fate was known So long ago His host awaits Caress his face A silent scene The end begins The time for him so quickly passes by So many things he wishes he could try The word is why, why he must die When life so precious a gift divine No sorrow that can fill her soul Her only son is dying, he'll be gone A way out from this world Invincible disease takes it all Don't look like this little Daniel The world is yours You can be anything Daniel You just believe You are my everything Daniel Hold tight my hand I'll stand beside you my Daniel For ever and more

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 25, 2025