Turned to Dust
Left Alive A lonely citadel, Some distant past that is haunting within. Silent place of confinement, Built by saints to incarcerate sin. Liars and thieves, Forced to claim redemption before the end, Shackled and left alone in the catacombs of the dead. Locked away from the outside world. Monitored inside Lifeless cells in the undergrowth. Ears of glass clinging to their every word, Witnesses that outlast Tales of mortal prisoners. Four merciless walls Closing in on trembling bodies, Deranged, futile calls of the minds grasping only the pain. Captors have vanished And cell doors unlocked away from the abyss. Sinners unable to leave, Awaited there death's lenient kiss.
Submitted by Warbringer — Jul 05, 2026
Turned to Dust How did she sleep through the night, Floating on her own blood, Spitting life away. The river consumed what was left, Only her soul had not fled, So determined to stay. Comfortable smell of the end While she's losing her sight, And dissolving the mind. Fearing the depths of the fall, No one is hearing her call From the blackness she's found. Visions that have been forgotten Are coming to life As she's ready to die. Awaiting the judgement, Future won't bring what you please, No point fighting the lie. Devoured by time And then spit from the earth Like fire becoming a breeze. Losing her piece of existence, Just splatters and sounds, Until everyone leaves. Watching the limbs turn to dust. Tendency for her nostalgic lust. Restless awakening from her dreamless pain. The flame made of hate, rising once again.
Submitted by Warbringer — Jul 05, 2026
A Place of Tranquility Poisonous gases put them to sleep, In this place of tranquility. These pages portray The dying alone, Piles of bodies defiling the stone. Departed at dawn, At least they inherit Hatred for all of those years yet to come. Constructing a world by raising the earth, Turn it into fear. Your sorrowful bones will build those walls A thousand miles from here. Revolving around in a bright white beam, Chasing you across a continuous dream. Thoughts are forever, Consuming the sane, Devastated remains of what never became. Souls are still trapped below the floor, Scratching the concrete and begging for more. Kings giving birth to destructive devices And queens laying their heads to rest. Generations sentenced to eternal service Repose in the ground, They've been hunted down. Transformed into ferrous cores, They meet in another war. Constructing a world by raising the earth, Turn it into fear. Your sorrowful bones have built those walls A thousand times before.
Submitted by Warbringer — Jul 05, 2026
How I can lose my faith if it wasn`t? Looking in emptiness, trying to find miracles... Only emptiness.. It`s an abyss, which dements you. Trying to be released, we receive a sentence. We will never see a dawn. Only sometimes we play with small patches of light which are cut in our dusty cage. Fondly trying to be kept for something, we fall even more deeply... Here all significant will be forgotten... Here all sacred will be cursed... They are ours of ten thousand step in a precipice from which not to get out.
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026