Aphonic Threnody - A Thousand Years Sleep

Eyes can't keep open any longer,
nothing there to be seen.
Needles thrusted through broken gaze,
forever blinded.
Pleasantly crippled and abandoned to darkness.
Rejecting consciousness to escape an overwhelming truth.
It's not painful, it's like silently falling,
like silently falling deep in a thousand years sleep.
Tragedies out there, and endless despair.
Longing for a distant home, a place to belong.
Eyes are too tired to keep watching the world's decay.
Better close them forever no more being awake.
Like falling in the deep, abandoned while drowning
without fighting back astray, plunging down in.
A thousand of years of silence, like a corpse in grave of sadness,
a thousand years of sleep in absolute blackness. Открыть страницу с текстом

No need to hide anymore,
out from the cave I've been hidden in for too long...
So don't look at me like a ghost,
even there's nothing still alive where I'm from.
Battles made me stronger day by day
and there are deeper scars, where you won't see them.
Still tasting blood in my mouth
I got used to eating just dust, like gravel grinding my teeth.
Standing up / after every clash,
I've just found / death all around (me).
Surviving losses and crying till unconscious,
I've emptied myself of all emotions.
I've killed them all deep within.

I'm the closest being to nothingness.
I've nothing to lose anymore,
all I've loved is lost.
All I've loved is lost. Открыть страницу с текстом

The world out there is blurring.
Future collapses and dreams with it.
There's no salvation, there's no tomorrow,
all out there has been condemned.
Endlessly falling in the dark,
and you falling with it.
Paranoid, depressed,
mind tormented,
nightmares' nest.
Despondency eating your world
despair mantle surrounding your soul.
The world out there is no more,
nowhere left to run.
Facing the truth by staring at the gloom,
your eyes blinded by the impending doom.
Nothing left to say,
nothing to scream anymore
voiceless cries / in your head
begging for you / to be dead.
Endless woe.
Stench of lifeless hopelessness. Открыть страницу с текстом

Visions of a living darkness,
monsters coming to rape your soul.
Shadows moving from wall to wall.
Suffocating prisoner of a deep slumber.
Colours slowly fading
leaving room for obscure shades
of vermillion patterns like blood, like gore,
like tortured corpses hanging from black ropes.
(like tortured corpses hanging from black ropes)
Sanctuary of terror,
horrors away confined.
Like secrets locked in forgotten closets.
Dead's whom life has been denied.

On wings of crows and ravens,
traveling towards nothingness.
Hostage of the flowing of time,
I cannot distinguish one day or another.
-
It's flowing and I can hear it around me,
while slowly erases particles of what my eyes feel as reality.

I thought I had everything a man can wish to have.
but my hands were empty and my heart was cold.
I thought my eyes could challenge the sun.
My blindness is the result of my braveness.
I thought I could stand over the top of the highest mountain
but the fall showed just how fragile my bones were.
I thought I could survive death and live forever
but my carcass is the answer to that dream of eternity.
And now nothing is left, I don't have anyone to help me forget.
How stupidity has been made man,
how uselessness has been made flesh.
And voices out there,
like moaning of infants separated from the womb
and still, I feel my eyes turning blind
in an endless mirroring of pain
convulsions make me feel alive,
but there's no life because you know it's just a lie.

Immortality of the human thoughts,
just a stain of ink on white inanimate sheets.
Just a sequence of sounds
like tales from father to son.
creation / of emotions / to justify / a stillborn life.

And we keep telling stories,
to people around us and to ourselves.
Trying to escape those shades on the walls,
that suffocating slumber which keeps us prisoners.
Trying to colour the world out there
to make it look less miserable, of how it really is.
We keep lying, not to think we are dying. Открыть страницу с текстом

There's no happiness in this world.
We try to preserve but we're just able to destroy.
Promises are words made of thin air,
grains of sand falling away through open fingers.
Smiles (are) like salt on wounds,
wounds that won't heal.
Life has twisted the knife once again.
Life stabbed me once again.
While we're looking for forgiveness,
trying to find a meaning in all this,
you feel those hands you've trusted holding you steady
and a cold spike piercing your back.
Life has twisted the knife once again.
Life has betrayed me once again.
Promises are fading memories,
grains of sand falling away through open fingers.

There's no happiness in this world. Открыть страницу с текстом

Something is moving escaping my body.
Powerless, embraced by water like dead by casket.
Water, crystal clear, turning slowly vermilion.
I feel it, it's abandoning me.
Life so dear leaving me there,
while a whole existence is running to attend my death.
Adrift, floating while my limbs are turning frozen cold.
I can see red spirits in the water,
putting asunder body and soul.
Crimson waters, self judgment altar.
Scarlet spirits in the water, euthanasia worshippers.
Electric moons and stars guide my path,
watching my crossing from a ceiling-like sky.
While the last drops are falling,
I feel I'm stepping where there's no more chance to say goodbye. Открыть страницу с текстом