#deathmetal - Hello Poetry

Wrestled to the ground Tied in a position Cutting off your finger tips Morbid estiticion Lingering to watch you bleed The stench Of your demise Taking out the end trails Removing both the eyes Stripping off the layers Revealing what's inside Crawl into your body And dance beneath The sky Wait before you close your eyes Don't fall asleep Once the lights go out From the darkness I will creep You'll never know I'm watching Till it's too late And end up in a basement With your head on a plate

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Mar 19

Mar 19, 2026 at 9:35 PM UTC

Closebutnocigar

Skintaker

Wrestled to the ground Tied in a position Cutting off your finger tips Morbid estiticion Lingering to watch you bleed The stench Of your demise Taking out the end trails Removing both the eyes Stripping off the layers Revealing what's inside Crawl into your body And dance beneath The sky Wait before you close your eyes Don't fall asleep Once the lights go out From the darkness I will creep You'll never know I'm watching Till it's too late And end up in a basement With your head on a plate

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Death is not dead Death lives in us all Death 'Til Death

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Dec 13, 2024

Dec 13, 2024 at 10:24 AM UTC

bucketb0t

Death

Death is not dead Death lives in us all Death 'Til Death

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the only thing that provides solace in a time of utter confusion, lack of stability, pain are chuck schuldiner's words. as he once wrote: "See past the dark And use your energy Learn from these images Thoughts that we call dreams." so i grasp wildly through the dark to find meaning before the dreams are forgotten when I wake; it is the only thing keeping me sane. if he were alive today, he would speak truth to injustice in the most poetic way imaginable, a way I know I would feel too.

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Nov 15, 2020

Nov 15, 2020 at 6:02 PM UTC

highroad

spiritual healing (1989)

the only thing that provides solace in a time of utter confusion, lack of stability, pain are chuck schuldiner's words. as he once wrote: "See past the dark And use your energy Learn from these images Thoughts that we call dreams." so i grasp wildly through the dark to find meaning before the dreams are forgotten when I wake; it is the only thing keeping me sane. if he were alive today, he would speak truth to injustice in the most poetic way imaginable, a way I know I would feel too.

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*Feeding the earth, -Blood! Feeding the sand, -Blood! Feeding the oceans, -Blood! Falling from skies, -Blood! The soldiers...are left to rot!* * *Weapons of war men of war soldiers at war, LEFT TO ROT! SOLDIERS OF WAR ARE LEFT TO ROT!* *Weapons of war men of war soldiers at war, LEFT TO ROT! SOLDIERS OF WAR ARE LEFT TO ROT! Relics of war are left to rot! LEFT TO ROT!* * *Feeding the earth, -weapons of war! Bleeding in sands, -men of war! Feeding the oceans, -left to rot! Weapons of war, -feed the earth! Men of war, -bleed in sands! Soldiers of war fall to earth! *SOLDIERS OF WAR ARE LEFT TO ROT! RELICS OF WAR ARE LEFT TO ROT! <musical break> Weapons of war men of war soldiers at war, LEFT TO ROT! SOLDIERS OF WAR ARE LEFT TO ROT! RELICS OF WAR ARE LEFT TO ROT!* RELICS OF WAR LEFT TO ROT!

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Sep 27, 2018

Sep 27, 2018 at 1:49 AM UTC

david-john-mowers

Relics of War

*Feeding the earth, -Blood! Feeding the sand, -Blood! Feeding the oceans, -Blood! Falling from skies, -Blood! The soldiers...are left to rot!* * *Weapons of war men of war soldiers at war, LEFT TO ROT! SOLDIERS OF WAR ARE LEFT TO ROT!* *Weapons of war men of war soldiers at war, LEFT TO ROT! SOLDIERS OF WAR ARE LEFT TO ROT! Relics of war are left to rot! LEFT TO ROT!* * *Feeding the earth, -weapons of war! Bleeding in sands, -men of war! Feeding the oceans, -left to rot! Weapons of war, -feed the earth! Men of war, -bleed in sands! Soldiers of war fall to earth! *SOLDIERS OF WAR ARE LEFT TO ROT! RELICS OF WAR ARE LEFT TO ROT! <musical break> Weapons of war men of war soldiers at war, LEFT TO ROT! SOLDIERS OF WAR ARE LEFT TO ROT! RELICS OF WAR ARE LEFT TO ROT!* RELICS OF WAR LEFT TO ROT!

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I'm delusional yes I am , I can see the Carcass at the gates, Smashing your face,Pulling your veins Death Angel has come, prepare to die, When the reaper strikes you, you can't tell a lie, Decapitating your head , Like a Dying fetus Abducted by an alien , Now you can see Jesus From being eaten alive , to the Flesh and the power Of Death above , Into the Dead Sky. Butchering knife cuts my body in a half, I can see myself in Obituary I was chopped in half, The Venom in my body still flowing bit by bit Yes, I can feel it the skin in my teeth!

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Dec 1, 2017

Dec 1, 2017 at 11:29 AM UTC

Johnad

Sweetest Line

I'm delusional yes I am , I can see the Carcass at the gates, Smashing your face,Pulling your veins Death Angel has come, prepare to die, When the reaper strikes you, you can't tell a lie, Decapitating your head , Like a Dying fetus Abducted by an alien , Now you can see Jesus From being eaten alive , to the Flesh and the power Of Death above , Into the Dead Sky. Butchering knife cuts my body in a half, I can see myself in Obituary I was chopped in half, The Venom in my body still flowing bit by bit Yes, I can feel it the skin in my teeth!

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***Blinded with the horribly sweet feeling of violence Brutality released with a mighty rage Can't see, humanity feeling so alien and distant Only sensing blood spilling on my flesh and ******** screams supercharged with terror*** ***As the rightful inner self gains power I start to awaken, eyes rolling forward, back into position*** *I drift back from spiritual chaos and into consciousness Reality hits me with* the force of a train Identity, mental stability, cognitive ability, all regained First moment a last dose of relief Second full of confusion Third a living hell Soft warm light fills the living room Revealing white walls sloppily painted in red A massive TV set slammed on its face at the ground Broken glass, a pool of blood and a hand underneath Dismembered corpses, broken furniture and bones lay around A gap in the stone wall, a skinned half-eaten body lies outside with the rubble and dirt Suddenly I realize my stomach is a little too full The smell of stale blood, the foul stench of death Drilling through my nose The silence too loud for me to bear My family rotting right in front of my eyes I cringe in shock and disbelief Totally clueless about the destruction surrounding me I look down at my red and wet hands A huge knife in one hand, a patch of skin in the other The patch of skin looked familiar Too familiar I look at the broken ****** mirror above where my little sister lies dead A red figure stares back at me with half a face As I'm about to break into tears I break into a splitting headache instead A headache like no other My nails becoming as sharp as the razors cutting up my brain Nausea, sweat, pain, anxiety, all at once, amplified **My own screams start to terrify me Drowning in insanity, blindness, and evil This is the end Identity, mental stability, cognitive ability, all lost** With no trace, vanished for good ***Unleashed from the human experience I break out of the window, into the night Cracks forming in the glass like the black roots of evil thriving through my being Equipped with an unquenchable thirst for bloodshed I need my fix Immortal Indestructible Supernaturally powerful Possessed Running on all fours fast through the night For the next **** For mankind is my enemy now*** AND MY ENEMIES GET EXTERMINATED

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Jul 14, 2016

Jul 14, 2016 at 11:44 PM UTC

Thrashatonic

Possessed

***Blinded with the horribly sweet feeling of violence Brutality released with a mighty rage Can't see, humanity feeling so alien and distant Only sensing blood spilling on my flesh and ******** screams supercharged with terror*** ***As the rightful inner self gains power I start to awaken, eyes rolling forward, back into position*** *I drift back from spiritual chaos and into consciousness Reality hits me with* the force of a train Identity, mental stability, cognitive ability, all regained First moment a last dose of relief Second full of confusion Third a living hell Soft warm light fills the living room Revealing white walls sloppily painted in red A massive TV set slammed on its face at the ground Broken glass, a pool of blood and a hand underneath Dismembered corpses, broken furniture and bones lay around A gap in the stone wall, a skinned half-eaten body lies outside with the rubble and dirt Suddenly I realize my stomach is a little too full The smell of stale blood, the foul stench of death Drilling through my nose The silence too loud for me to bear My family rotting right in front of my eyes I cringe in shock and disbelief Totally clueless about the destruction surrounding me I look down at my red and wet hands A huge knife in one hand, a patch of skin in the other The patch of skin looked familiar Too familiar I look at the broken ****** mirror above where my little sister lies dead A red figure stares back at me with half a face As I'm about to break into tears I break into a splitting headache instead A headache like no other My nails becoming as sharp as the razors cutting up my brain Nausea, sweat, pain, anxiety, all at once, amplified **My own screams start to terrify me Drowning in insanity, blindness, and evil This is the end Identity, mental stability, cognitive ability, all lost** With no trace, vanished for good ***Unleashed from the human experience I break out of the window, into the night Cracks forming in the glass like the black roots of evil thriving through my being Equipped with an unquenchable thirst for bloodshed I need my fix Immortal Indestructible Supernaturally powerful Possessed Running on all fours fast through the night For the next **** For mankind is my enemy now*** AND MY ENEMIES GET EXTERMINATED

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I close the door, Tune in to Death metal, I sit high, Volume Max, Bass Max, I just sit and close my eyes, At First my body used to shiver now even this is comfortable

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May 1, 2016

May 1, 2016 at 1:41 PM UTC

Thehiddenwriter

High but not high

I close the door, Tune in to Death metal, I sit high, Volume Max, Bass Max, I just sit and close my eyes, At First my body used to shiver now even this is comfortable

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Reality is cold, So am I. Soul headbangs, To the riffs of, a melodic death metal song. A Soul that dwells, In a lyrical coma. A blissful, escape route, Indeed!

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Nov 26, 2015

Nov 26, 2015 at 8:26 AM UTC

Purab

A blissful escape!

Reality is cold, So am I. Soul headbangs, To the riffs of, a melodic death metal song. A Soul that dwells, In a lyrical coma. A blissful, escape route, Indeed!

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False heroism and modern mythology Have constructed a malignant effigy Of ourselves for our future An unforeseen result, unforetold in scriptures What is to come, Will surely cause harm All of our deeds Will soon make this flesh bleed Environmental neglect Only does reflect All these actions done by us to Our own lives and future What is said in all scriptures But who's to care? False patriotism and political plots Dividing and devouring All mankind and their morals This is what man does in form of plural Against nature they race with rifles Sympathetic man is reduced To extinction with his feelings induced By hypocritical acts produced In support of his wanton he's adduced And his sorrows, overproduced.

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Oct 30, 2015

Oct 30, 2015 at 12:12 PM UTC

mahdi-dn

The Apathetic Age

False heroism and modern mythology Have constructed a malignant effigy Of ourselves for our future An unforeseen result, unforetold in scriptures What is to come, Will surely cause harm All of our deeds Will soon make this flesh bleed Environmental neglect Only does reflect All these actions done by us to Our own lives and future What is said in all scriptures But who's to care? False patriotism and political plots Dividing and devouring All mankind and their morals This is what man does in form of plural Against nature they race with rifles Sympathetic man is reduced To extinction with his feelings induced By hypocritical acts produced In support of his wanton he's adduced And his sorrows, overproduced.

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