Summer Ends. Some Are Long Gone
Breaking of waves, crushing of bones Hands out to the infinite blue Break like the ocean upon my head Weight of comforting anchors Brushed by the storm, salt draws the skin Tension blistering Breaking of waves, crushing of bones Hands out to the infinite blue Break like the ocean upon my head Weight of comforting anchors Brushed by the storm, salt draws the skin Tension blistering
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 04, 2026
Come back, oh god, come back Nostalgic stench of Summer May day due June I am not your father Grief Grit in my teeth Baby I'm bleeding Come back, oh god, come back Good Grief Feel it in your lungs The welcoming of rain Baby I'm bleeding I'm wearing her lipstick Grit in my teeth Grinding my teeth
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 04, 2026
Catch, release Just chewing the fat, fooling yourself Jawache nostalgia I'll never fully inhabit Farewell to the fair weather father Forgotten to shut the gate Catch, release
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 04, 2026
I'm done with knowing Your's ever Watch your fingers I've nothing left to give Worn out your welcome
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 04, 2026
Sonless, sunless Looking down the double barrelled coping mechanism You can tell I'm not here Sun of Scum The sum of scum Dead stare Sun of none Scum of son Seeds are sewn You’ve dug your heels too deep Be a man
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 04, 2026
I hate the way you smell The kick of repugnant sweat Don't hold me These hands that hold me Be a man Choke on your words You took your half But it was never mine to give I’ve heard how you live And forgotten the colour of your eyes Stench lingers on my finger
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 04, 2026
You hate me paper thin Little bird in the gutter Wolfing the lamb to mutton Soft obscenities punch the clock Sweet fug traffic fumes Elbows off the table, I'm not your father Keep banging the same drum
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 04, 2026
I gave you grace, your half way home Forgot to shut the gate Muttered in pine, neglected grounds I'll never fully inhabit Thumbskin for dinner No need to make a song and dance Clattering of silver spoons
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 04, 2026
Heavy is the hedonist Mornings always hurt We're in the summer of our lives, knowing it's the last Your last Summer ends, some are long gone
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 04, 2026