The Inextricable Wandering
After forever freedom seemed to be Where your trust grew inside of me Reached out and touched the blinding dark As old worlds behind us fell apart The truth I only spoke to you About the lies as paths that I once knew We were the ones we needed to heal To retrace our love from broken seals To establish trust from passion shown Where fear aligned to sorrow grown Now I walk down to your guillotine After putting firеs out with gasoline These glorious months fеll to the flames Destroyed by me and died in vain It leaves me with a sadness in my heart With no end and with no start There will be no one else like you again My greatest love, my dearest friend
Submitted by Pestilence — Jun 03, 2026
So I put mirrors behind the eyes of my world Drowning in a flood of memories A deluge of ill-fated will Breathlessly breathing like a coward on knees I have made my bed in charnels and coffins Like a spectre in the dead of the night Doubt leads to death As a stranger to the strange As a leper to a friend The fear in healing Like ragged eyes Set against an unreachable end Pеnance, perish, congregation Pеnance, perish, beyond salvation Restless, abyssic Sitting, waiting Staring, seething Asleep in the daze of days
Submitted by Pestilence — Jun 03, 2026
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The mask you wear is not your own A shallow grave you've never shown I saw a knife preceding the apocalypse As you leaned in to frame this kiss Obsessed by times, so scared of being alone Times you'd lost what holds your soul But deep inside my eyes you saw I knew You're dealing a hand once dealt to you I've been where you're going And believe me, it's not so bad With hope as medicine to the miserablе Inside of all-consuming dread So bring your chains Your lips of tragedy And see thе walls Come tumbling down inside of me Forget everyone and remain
Submitted by Pestilence — Jun 03, 2026
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It is a curse We must endure There is a force behind everything To be described as anything but nothing A stillness, an oblivion too perfect to be described How things were before life scraled its pitiful name On the face of this void It does not fill their eyes or warm their hearts And they chose their god, and it still fells apart A garish daylight revealing only squalor and alienage Sprеading stone in the hearts of hypocritеs The exhaustion palpable The fear overwhelming To suffer with duty In reference of this beauty Memories, you loathsome flock of rats Memories, the souls the Devil came to collect Trepidation, the taste of burning skin The delusion of mortality
Submitted by Pestilence — Jun 03, 2026