Swallowed

Forever drifting further from each others

We wander lost, estranged, beyond the borders

Detached, awry, we're floating out of sight

Propelled away, escaping warmth and light

Retreating to the outer wastes so cold

Surrounded by a smell of dust and mold

These unknown forces draw us in for good

And existential dread becomes the mood

Familiar voices scream and scold aloud

By silence amplified, by fear allowed

In fits of woe we're slowly brought to heels

A poison from within that never kills

A moth who's withered wings now fail and tire

Beyond the reach of any mortal fire

In darker realms so far above the ground

Where nay a spark or flash is to be found

Aloof in isolation letting go

Destroyed, devoid of any shine or glow

Chaotic winds in circles gather round

The agonizing neverending sound

A thousand dying screams...

Still grasping at the seams

Of all bygone delight

Of times so full and bright

Forever out of reach...

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Unworthy

I am unworthy of this ruined ship
With will destroyed and body forced alee,
I watch the crumbling masts about to tip,
A string of fires spreading wild and free

An endless storm is raging all around
As boiling waters turn to crimson red,
I’m driven deaf to crashing thunders’ sound
No way, I'm sure, to ease my troubled head

Still linger on my mind all through my slumber:
Accursed twisted visions demon-born
I feel them close to split my brain asunder,
All that was sweet therein is from me torn

Replaced by scenes of terror are my dreams,
And sleep-deprived I struggle on existing
With body slowly tearing at the seams,
Anemic and unsure what death could bring

In other times I’m taken through a plain
A barren landscape, void of any life
Amidst an ever-pouring blood as rain,
And while these demons hunt me down in strife

Through roaring winds I wander aimlessly,
Unceasing are the forces from beyond
Ensnared I am in torment forcefully,
Mysterious is my bloody chaos bond

The path is still unclear with every step
With every haunting ghostly hymn I hear
Without a single guiding light or map,
No hope to weather through a safer pier

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Keeper of the Mourners Haven

Around around, these stairways down the void

This relic hid, it must not be destroyed

I keep the candles lit to guide the way

They follow straight behind in silent pray

It is my one and only task, my role

It is the purpose of my very soul

I sweep these beaten steps in every side

Await arrival of new ones to guide

Whoever they may be, I welcome all

And do my best to keep them standing tall

When finding hard to keep a steady pace

They trust the healing powers of this place

When languish weighs enough to shed a tear

Their spirit-selves depart and spawn in here

This realm provides the means to cure their ills

Without the need of dulling pain with pills

Proceeding slowly on this soothing trip

In state of trance, descending further deep

Forgetting lies, betrayals, plots and schemes

Embracing peace of mind in midst of dreams

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The High Fanatic Speaks...

I'm here to set all matters right!

For years and years I'll keep this fight!

To bring this city’s scum to light!

To strike them down with righteous might!

These parasites who live concealed

Shall never see their dreams fulfilled!

Shall dig them out, the hand of God!

Shall punish them, the holy rod!

Impending wrath will swiftly fall!

Undo mischiefs of those who crawl!

Defilers of the sacred code,

Are those who I completely loathe!

It is not late, although, to turn

To save yourselves from certain burn!

Receive the blessing of Our Lord

And He’ll put down His fiery sword

From now until the very end

To all of you, my help I’ll lend

The city walls I shall defend!

Be sure! They will forever stand!

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Sea-lurking Terror

So cruel and ruthless,
So ugly and toothless!
Such Ice-cold betrayers,
Such chronic naysayers!
Band of pesky thieves
And withered old leaves!

Chaos ocean-wide!
Demons side by side!
A sailing black cyst
Pushes through the mist
Such anger and strife,
Threatens all sea-life!

A curse compels them
To shoot, thrash and ram
Every ship on sight!
Every passing night,
The waters run red
With all the crews dead!

Souls forever snared!
Never really cared!
With each raid fulfilled
Their decay is healed
Life-force of those slain,
Used to mend their pain!

Sickness of the sea!
Spreading wild and free!
Death lies in its wake,
The whole world’s at stake!
None can slow its course,
None can stop this force!


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Journey Short on Hope

The burden’s growing heavier with each second
Been keeping my head up, and never beckoned
On through the night, dragging this weight alone
These winds are strong, they freeze me to the bone

Constantly afraid of what may be lurking
No matter the cost, I have to keep looking
In the unknown, I place my only hope
Feels like waiting for the snap of a rope

“To start anew”, they said with smiley faces
“Go in peace! Travel to find different places.
This land is dying and so are we all.
Go now! But remember, you must stand tall!”

So far, I haven’t found a place to settle
Many days went on in this constant battle
Got no map or compass to guide my way
As I advance, deeper into the fray

Water and hail, fall heavily on my path
For far too long, I faced the storm god's wrath
For how much longer will I have to roam?
Must it be this hard, to find a new home?

Maybe I’ll just stop, sit right here and wait
Calm my body, spirit and fast heart-rate
Perhaps someone might pass around these parts
Provide some help, so that my journey starts


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Possession, Defilement and Birth

In vain, the priest attempts to exorcise
He struggles hard to cease the demon’s rise
His prayers prove to be of no avail
She's almost sure they will completely fail

Contorting limbs, in pain and immense fear
From one of those alluring eyes, a tear
Cannot control the one inside no more
Without a pause she screams, so sick and sore

The wretched spawn is crawling right within
Her aching throbbing belly weak and thin
Some spikes are seen already tearing flesh
She feels each one just like a dagger's slash

With blisters-covered skin, expelling pus
There is no true escape from all this fuss
Entirely drenched in sweat, in piss and tears
Atrophied head rotates, her judgement nears

Amidst the blackened blood, now flowing out
Applying strength, ignoring cry or shout
Exuding putrid smells, an horror-born
Keeps screeching out as if destroyer’s horn

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