Screams of Suicide
Nights are cold again The sky is crashing on me again Instilling darkness into my veins I watch you with spiritlessness What an innocence What a silence and an opaque Just like the corpse drawn blood
Submitted by Pestilence — Jun 03, 2026
I found you in blind shafts I met your face when you hanging On the gallows pole Everything had deleted from yourself The last one that you couldn't forget The bloody past had not deleted from your eyes
Submitted by Pestilence — Jun 03, 2026
I’m on the threshold of being lost again I’ve broken off my connections with life Searching death with my hands blooded Coming closer to the darkness beyond life everytime Calling me everytime Crushing in its cold My breathe stops When I talking shelter in its darkness I’m admiting my soul To its cold that breaking my body into pieces With last tear from my eyes I’m saying to farewell my life
Submitted by Pestilence — Jun 03, 2026
I vomited my anger to the world Saved my loneliness inside To nobody can take it from me Hearken the voice of Valefor To save me in it’s kingdom I refuged my loneliness silently It showed me my way, lightened it Loneliness of my soul brought me to death One step closer I reached the endless pain When my last breath
Submitted by Pestilence — Jun 03, 2026
Shatter the fear in your heart Listen to the screams of dead Obtain a place from tombs of hell for yourself Now I am walking on the road, to death A dark, misty road Opened the fog curtains out my front, one by one Get the stairs of death, one by one I keep walking nonstop to Where I become tranquil Bodies, pending for death Pinches between screaming souls But you can not hear this You can not feel in your marrows They a little more closely, to the endless loneliness Can you dress me death? Can you show yourself to me for the last time At that night? When saying farewell to life When the cold penetrating my body When I see the death in my dreams Touch me, last time And take my death smelling soul to the place Where you will have return
Submitted by Pestilence — Jun 03, 2026
Hopes left behind closed doors Cursed souls fed with the bleeding wrists Shaking bodies hanged on the nape of burning cold The fog that collapsed after the gloomy day Is grayed with its all ego now Twilight was born from illusions
Submitted by Pestilence — Jun 03, 2026