Into the Wells of Sorrow

Ghostwinds draw forth the clouds That will shroud me in black forever. Once again I stare into the night; Darkness binds my life and death together. The dark clouds, a portrait of her; The black cloaked face of death. Her empty eyes, a hallway to heaven, But, my sanctum is beyond unfathomed depths. I will never be at rest, 'Til the sun forever sets.......

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 24, 2025

A call to the sea, To cleanse my soul of ill; Of hate and depression, be freed, My fate, thus fulfilled. Summon me forth, the sussuration Of the blackest tides; No longer the shores of emptiness Shall I tread infinietly inside. Frigid, mournful winds Travels the black chasms of my soul Awaiting sweet death, I will again be whole Tumultuous waters extract me from This mortality to which I'm bound; Evolved from the body, useless Time expired, futile life drowned.

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 24, 2025