Hidden in the Arms of Death
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Smokescreen collapse To the night of the screaming soul The adventure was in an obscurity Of the lonely one and the new fallen Was the unique beauty of whole universe The gift given by the nature Sadness was griefs pain Tears of loneliness falling down from the lips
Submitted by Pestilence — Jun 03, 2026
Imprisoned in my eyes with your beautiful face And once more you got lost into deep of the nothingness Maybe I’m a schizophrenic who animates you in dreams And prisons into the darkness of infinity
Submitted by Pestilence — Jun 03, 2026
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Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
The sins were fading away humanity commited It was nothing different from the torment of the grave Maybe they wished to not burn ever Into the cruel arms of this fake life He was the only one who breaths this gloomy air He was himself who sees the inability between his body and his soul And it was only one drop of tear made him fail
Submitted by Pestilence — Jun 03, 2026
When the doors of the soul land Were unrevaling silently Each creature seeming incapable Each life isolated Were the price for each shadow humanity Of the breaths gasping
Submitted by Pestilence — Jun 03, 2026
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Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Was the end of timeless departures In the huge dome of misty nights The unusual reflection of the real The steps going nowhere The suffering for nothing The dreams tended Was the end of an age In the shadows of the broken hearts
Submitted by Pestilence — Jun 03, 2026
Life is hidden in the arms of death It is souls special talent to take it from there And to take shelter in death more And body is just a roof that covers it The only truth is the suicide will inside you Even if the life drags you into hopelessness
Submitted by Pestilence — Jun 03, 2026
Rip, smash your heart Releave your soul’s pain Of the breath drawning with screams Let it be over beyond life Every suicide, is an existence near death Every suicide, is a meeting between the existence and death Of the one came to peace, of the resonant laments Is the aphorism of the loneliness stucked in your soul
Submitted by Pestilence — Jun 03, 2026