http://slow.writerscafe.org/metalorchid The original writings of author Metal Orchid en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776007285 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 As the harvest of life transcends into destruction andpainAs the beauty of the sky turns into the withering pain of manAnd the pungent smell of burning flesh fills the airThere will be rain of blood, to wash away the sins of manThe destruction of a world full of chaos and a dawnful.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/metalorchid/1721315/ Witness the fertility of the mother earth, celebrate the embrace of this eternity,Till she breathes her last, and till her greenery turns into blackAdore the freshness of the spring and mist of the winter.Run your fingers on the tiny leaflets covered with a blanket of dewA walk in the forest when yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/metalorchid/1690728/ Hiding in your hindrance would work, well dream it on ananother day!Repeating the word ‘mercy’ would help, another negation!The false idol worshiping ideas and those promises as hallucination,Spreading roots in your brain like a poison hemlock!Talk about world peace- drop.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/metalorchid/1669449/ A sense of lost, despair and my love for music. A vivid description about how do I explore it, within the boundaries of my mind. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/metalorchid/1516841/ I started sowing the seeds of joyAs we were getting closer by the hands of timeOur souls ran amok, under the shadows of those age old pine treesAnd our wishes tried to store the vivid rays of the SunAs time goes by, the Sun is just getting colderIt's rays does not emit colors anymore Our souls .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/metalorchid/1502517/ This is actually the lyrics of a song I had written for my Black Metal project - ''Antakrit'', Put it over here for matured audience. Religious hypocrites can stay away, thank you! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/metalorchid/1479572/ ''As I see my soul turning into an amber flame,I recollect every word that my mother taught me.To be a man with the heart of a lion, an answer to the existence of the Zion,I witnessed the torment faced by the mother natureAnd I also feel the diminishing existence of the frozen soilI hear the cry of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/metalorchid/1457313/ 'Autumn turns into winter Life decays into rotten death The whispering voices of those untold stories remain unconquered I count the days of my misery, from the grave that I built The stars in the eastern sky has turned gloomy now and my mother's hand into bones I glare into my own shadow, craving f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/metalorchid/1430520/ I feel like living in this coldness for thousand years now my breath and the pungent smell of death crossing the path of all of my desires the living stench in my veins are drying now and all of the possessed sins are smiling back. This mortal life and this dying soul losing its ground amidst the li.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/metalorchid/1423610/ There is life in silenceLike there are countless waves in the oceanWe all are the listeners But i know only you or only me can hearThe countless numbers of untold whispersAnd the unseen liberation of feathers...Up in the air or down in your dreamsThere are pain within them to get unleashed And t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/metalorchid/1408126/ Gravity falls, deserted view from the vacuum of infinity Hibernation of luminosity and exploitation of energy in the celestial sphereSlowly dripping cosmic lava of a burning desireTurning it's shape into a massive form,A red giant-bearing the grief of others!Once a guide to a celestial navigatio.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/metalorchid/1406373/ A ravage delusion in the spreeUnforgettable emptiness under the sky of this endless landscapeDeeper marooned hope for a solitary bondMemory of a few passing laughs which are in the runThe sun has set itself to stop in timeAnd the trees are rhyming with the windOnly a few cry ahead,I fo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/metalorchid/1406365/ Without presence of silence void could be a meaningless halo Which would be gulping down the hopes of unspoken spirits like gallowsWithout presence of silence art could be a nameless hopeWhich would be circling around the mind of a creator like a bird with broken wingsWithout presence of sil.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/metalorchid/1406337/