Wounds
Dans ces reves noirs, je me perds pendant des jours. Impossible de partir, je suis son esclave. Maintenant mon corps est immobile, palide et maigre. Est-ce que je veux me réveiller ? J'aime trop ces blessures Vivre dans les cendres sans aucun souffle. En un autre temps, dans une autre Terre. Tous mes souvenirs sont sous la neige. Chagrin à moi: une mort lente. Couvre-moi de fleurs rouges, que leurs épines me fait saigner
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Aug 14, 2026
I am the silent truth that you can't deny. It's unspeakable; waiting for the light. It's all or nothing. Landscapes beyond our time. Holding to these lies keeps the life inside. Struggling to breathe. A dark tunnel. I walk far away. Leave behind everything you love. Pierce the air like an aimless arrow. Drowning in my own sea. Haunted by faceless dreams. When the starless nights arrive, I'll be floating in my mind. Whispering together, quiet and meaningless. Distant and more solemn than a fading star.
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Aug 14, 2026
Lying next to me I find the corpses of every moment I tried to bury. Floating in the air, night after night, the essence of regret consumes my body. Grieving for a home long forgotten. Empty rooms, silent fears. Remorse is memory awake. A path that cannot be retaken. A knife cuts deep, turns my life to dust. Looking for an answer at the edge of this blade.
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Aug 14, 2026
(<em>Instrumental</em>)
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Aug 14, 2026
All days have been dreams, night visions distorted. Abandoned land of hopeless tears. Not quite asleep, not quite awake. I walk across the boundaries of death's glacial embrace. Standing still on the ledge of this leap of faith. Glimpse of eternal twilight, reaching far and above. The nightfall cutting deep within my heavy heart. I've been set free from memories. Falling into the void, my throat gasping for air. I feel an endless grief. The world dies in a blink.
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Aug 14, 2026
In na koncu smo samo to: jezik in smrt, ker med življenjem je samo en glas, ki izziva praznino. ...y aun: que también haya visto las flores yo allá, visto ya el frágil vacío aullar, yo lloro. Al final de los tiempos nos queda una nada absoluta: lo que queda cuando algo termina y apocalipsis suaves. Quiero no tener parte del horror, quisiera ser el que fui primero: un niño, yo, a solas con los campos y sus flores. Si arde el presente, ardo también con él. In na koncu smo samo to: jezik in smrt, ker med življenjem je samo en glas, ki izziva praznino. ...y al final que nos queden el lenguaje y la muerte. ...verso, sombra y en mí dentro: palabra victoriosa Pero hoy vuelvo a escribir hasta donde alcancen mi aliento voraz y acrobacias de inteligencia. Si arde el presente, ardo también con él.
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Aug 14, 2026
Float away. The crimson rivers called for my kiss, my freezing embrace. Open the exit on my flesh. My wounds won't heal after the end of time. Fading by myself, leaving nothing to save. Questions unanswered, endless beginnings. A voice calling beyond the distant stars. Questions unanswered, endless endings. Open the exit on my flesh.
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Aug 14, 2026