Melancholia

Everything points to one road The only way to get out The moon brings light to my path As I take my heavy steps Along the way, the crooked road Memories HAUNT my senses Shadows pass in my periphery ... And the discrete smell of lilacs... My hands still remember The scars, and the pain And as my body moves forward MY SOUL DRAGS along Screams surrounding me Tears, falling for the tormented Unwillingly ignored for my cause I'm sorry, I must carry on As I make my way, through the fog The horizon grows darker and darker Still I have to carry on To find the end of the road It doesn't matter, what you want for me It was my hell, this is my wish Seeing an end to everything Into the dark, watch as I DESCEND (As I descend) I must carry on

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 24, 2025

Within me, a DYING sun revolves Helplessly, through the dark HOPELESSNESS, the slowing pace The falling apart, knowing Never touched your heart I can never have Your heart in my hands I will never feel Your heart next to mine The chaos, inner nothingness Suffocates me entirely The war, within myself Comes to a bitter END I will never have Your heart in my hands I will NEVER feel Your heart next to mine

Behold, the DECAY Of everything As we wither away Nothing will ever be the same When we are torn from each others arms And cast away Lightyears in between, no WHERE near to be seen Eventually no one can stay, we all FADE away NOTHING will stay the same As we are built to fade away Like falling leaves we shall be One day, as we all fade away

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 24, 2025

Something DARK in search of prey Lurks about as I'm astray Waiting for the moment of weakness That open window to my soul When space is given, that cold creeps in Makes a nest in the warmth within Then slowly spreads that heavy chill Without me knowing its intention, about to kill Sorrow grips my heart With its timeworn hands, tears apart Eyes blacken, all goes COLD Until there's nothing, forevermore The sense of emptiness, the loss of all Surrendering to grief, a spiritual fall Frozen, FORLORN Helpless since the sorrowful was born FROZEN, forlorn, helpless And the sorrowful is born

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 24, 2025