Pale Cold Irrelevance

For all of those about to die He plays and sings this lullaby He made his resting place deep within Earth’s womb But now he is awakened from his eternal tomb As you hear the church’s bell for the last time chime Forth comes the master of all space and time He is not a foe, He is not a friend He is the beginning and He is the end He weaves destiny On his infernal loom A tide that swallows time The last child of doom He is not a god but an entity Aeons old The forger of all worlds you are about to behold No point in running you got nowhere to go Humanity should have never sank so low As you listen to the last notes of his lullaby The reality sinks in – you are all about to die He is not a foe, He is not a friend He is your woe and this is the end He weaves history On his macabre loom Time to meet your destiny And impending doom

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 25, 2025

You make me think of a killer rhyme So sad how these encounters run on borrowed time You completely disarm me and leave me with no alibi Heart pounding, palms sweating, you leave me to die Dear Mary mother of all sorrows, Tell me what secrets harbours her heart? Now that this sickness claws from within Who will be left standing and who will fall apart? You make me dream of a different life Of mistakes undone and truths that don’t cut like a knife But love is a sickness that fathers all the pain Can’t help myself but wonder… was this all in vain? You say you are not walking away but your back is turned Only a lesson lived is a lesson learned Dear Mary mother of all the broken hearts At the end who will be left there to pick up the broken parts?

Submitted by The Void — Apr 25, 2025

Let me sing you a song of All of our grieves and fears come alive Of childhood nightmares wearing flesh And living in horror stories while you thrived Innocence was the first part of the soul to die Eyes pleading for you to just do something The rest was as eager to follow since Evil always triumphs when good men do nothing The world will try to break your heart A dozen times by the end of the week Starving your eyes of tears became an art It’s weeding out the innocent with the weak Time is the cruellest of concepts A spectator as unyielding as it is unforgiving Only when you are hurting to the point of almost giving up You know you have been truly living The thieves of innocence Are ever present In silence they’re watching Waiting Hungering And taking…

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 25, 2025

I heard your sobbing last night Dear old mother Your boys are also losing their sleep Missing their father He took up arms and went in Another fool’s war Because the wolves were hungry And rotten to the core All the pigs were shamelessly weltering While our heroes were dying On their corpses the wolves were feasting While honest men were crying So I offer you A myriad of shattered dreams Lives lost in wailing screams A multitude of broken homes All for the wolves sitting on the thrones Freedom was a lie Glory was denied But you managed to rise above I still don’t know how Rest your weary eyes father Your boys are proud men now In spite all the sadness this war did sire The same old hatred is still raging afire

The whole world took a deep breath And for a split second stood still In disbelief watching the reaper As it moved in for the kill Something is broken… It all just came apart Like a house of cards Once you stopped his loving heart Hate is an acquired taste Yet it’s bitterness hides a sweetest core With this rope you forced around my neck All I can do is beg for some more It’s like trying to sing of my loss In ear endearing rhymes and verses With a mouth full of rusty nails Sharp razors and curses Something is broken…

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 25, 2025

Another bitter men here I come Another happy ending comes undone An empty shell, wretched and broken A collateral victim of things left unspoken So I face the bottom of a thousandth glass Another hazy year has come to pass Apathy is headed for the ultimate high So I make another line just to get me by You have to bear in mind That life is bitter black An anchor pulling you down A noose around your neck A soil that will bear you nothing But a sour yield A broken heart that can never Truly be healed Another bitter men here I come Another happy ending comes undone An empty shell, wretched and broken A collateral victim of things left unspoken May woe betide this accursed race May the last sun set on this godforsaken place As apathy spirals to an all time high I feed the gun and bid my last goodbye Contemptus Mundi

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 25, 2025