Inner Deathscapes

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They tried to hold the boundaries of love Knowing the last word since the opening act. Fury traction. Need to fulfil. This distance kills. Raging from the unknown side, unknown desire Sentence with life mask, my safety is far away... and dies Fury traction. Need to fulfil. This distance kills. Waking from what has been an imagination trial I now do hear no lies. Feed on the breathless sleep What will daylight give me? Chained pleasures demanded by interferences? Fury traction. Need to fulfil. This distance kills. I know the sight that eroded me Is that (deadly) vital function gift I feel you'll never know me Spellbound needs to be obscured. Getting senseless words. Swallow useless scenes. Please let madness possess me Cries. Bring me death before life could kill again Memories. Wanted to live them forevermore Thrills. Tell me you want to be scarred too Extasy. Feelings are fucking me frenzy

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025

Melted in the cage twisted and torn In a suicidal age like stones we are born. Approaching the winter of the century Vision slaughtered by the filtering sunset Descending in the halls of the blind Terminus dawning near Withering, passive links Agonizing in the age of nonsense mental inferno Death and sleep, winged sisters in equal genes, so fast and silent Blacking air, turning the day, wheezes are closing in Our structures condemned To enjoy emptiness Circle of repression leads to Inorganic sights of a dead screen Downfall in the resounding echo of ages - enter oblivion Eroding you'll see the fall of dignity Suicidal flowers from a ghost bride. Never so real Death and sleep, winged sisters in equal genes, so fast and silent Blacking air, turning the day, circuits are blowing with plea Melted in the cage. Twisted and torn. In a suicidal age like stones we are born Burning is the seed; the fall is your only need Eroding you'll see the fall of your dignity Suicidal flowers from a ghost bride. Now you hear ...and see

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025

Frozen and hidden in dustsmiles The naked voice rises so pale With fear forward to loneliness Yet so proud like wolves in their habitat Removed the veil of endurance Thorns scratch the skin Warm are the curtains of innocence Strong enough to obscure emptiness But scathing is the story behind the audience In search for prefabricated roles With fear forward to loneliness Yet so proud like wolves in their habitat Removed the skin of endurance Thorns has scratched the veil Warm are the curtains of innocence Strong enough to obscure emptiness But scathing is the story behind the audience In search for prefabricated roles The eyes we cannot see Are the truth we can't conceive The borders of blindness suffocates the liquid The eyes we cannot see Are the truth we can?t conceive Moans invoke the inner deathscape Mutilated so gently. Fire of falseness Wings of desperation react to the void Embracing the lost paleness Emerging for safety the inner deathscape

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025

Nobody knows where the edge of knowledge marks No one will ever enter the realm of subconsciousness Just trying to show how intense is nakedness And how futile can be complexity Do really the blind leads the blind? Unveiling from the nonsense voices Too busy to give not worth meanings To what seems to be the reaching key Shut down words to hold back the pure Inner screams from this living lure Intense drama fills the hour Pathetic rhymes just to show what's ours Flowing pain painted as red Realizing you're as good as dead! Too busy to give not worth meanings To what seems to be the reaching key Shut down words to hold back the pure Inner screams from this living lure Collapse for superstition of truths Terminal contradiction thought disease Self-killing action in mind control Is the ultimate screen on the calling of my echo

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

Walking moments of life through the way of time The surrounding green tastes this immortal instant To be the frame of melancholy read by parallel selves Feeling golden winds opening the gate of our mortality The enchanting vision is trapped in reflected glass? Hear the silence in million voices Oppressing breathing whirls into a void The picture's becoming clearer, The blast of clarity louder No time to realize the apparition of the clearest moment That ruthless reality awakes me as I am her worst nightmare Living is again my inner fog path Scanned by this sarcastic clock of bitterness And recollections roar through the caverns of my mind The picture's becoming clearer, The blast of clarity louder No time to realize the apparition of the clearest moment That ruthless reality awakes me as I am her worst nightmare Living is again my inner fog path Scanned by this sarcastic clock of bitterness And recollections roar through the caverns of my mind Enjoy the last breath of this glimpsy gasp of eternity, For a lullaby always comes to an end Enter the submission of a birth giving slumber Murderer of normality, killer of a blind sight Pillow and rest in my cradle of untouchable delight

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025

As a man falls in his unknown He stops his mortal time. The state of slave-being is put to an end And suffering grows sharper. Yearning what we detest then begins: The barriers of ignorance. That which disgust and makes The karmic wheel go on with violence Almost seems to be the only way To emerge and survive Revealer reason is the sourest of judges For the sentence has been determined With no forewarning. At the end of the day after I'm gone The sweet figure of the end, it talks to me Unveiling truths which I repress At point coming back: Gentle visions Of hallucinating realities with no return. Revelear reason is the sourest of judges For the sentence has been determined With no forewarning. Not being able to find the key, Contradiction destroys...just to rebuild Losing the faculty of expression Incommunicability, insanity overflows. Return to persecution, annihilating impotence. Is it accepting or erasing the right conclusion? Sure of finding the truths in parallel planes The conflict never ends

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025

Dungeons of the night closed for asphyxiation Enter the calm of morbid creation Tools ready for decanonization Reach the realm where fantasies are pushed on Desires aimed with archaic pleasure Luxury divided in need to control No request for salvation In the gallery of bloodbeauty Winds of exalt, unable to breathe Crescendo of enthralling hatred Meet the masterpiece in the dead Pose, eyes locked, you're turned into art Deathscapes already seen Victim of my raging passion Come, come, edge of final art Slaughter of mind and soul at last. Syndrome to create A tribute to violation Body bound to scream in every nerve Sanity lost for the mighty act Lights on-welcome in the eyes of the performer

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025

Streams of decadence swing and enclose the vital flux Epitaphs carved inside the mind of time, hibernated and waiting In this livid day seconds flow without breath, without lymph In need to receive this baptism alternated with suspended pieces of void Dislocated projections, blind moments of lucidity, perceptions... Never asked for eternity, is immortality my condemnation? Earth. Chaos. Order is prefixed, stagnating illogicality Trapped with feelings, means of self-control deprived of their basis Dislocated projections, blind moments of lucidity, perceptions of existence I knew what was behind the doors and I choose the labyrinth of paradoxes Repentine creations of the grotesque, even and boiling grey Non-abyss, non-infinite, a simple gurgling of motherly death Born from the ashes of the wall of sleep, orgasm of the non-awakening Dislocated projections, blind moments of lucidity, perceptions of existence

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025

Hope. The will of the lost Vision of the fooled Eraser of sights. Compromised sanity Smashed by the early daylight Make descend the aura of reality

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025