Secret Light

I don't see I don't feel I don't listen I don't speak I don't breathe I don't move I don't shine Yet I dream I stay true I cannot lie Half the time, I cannot function I am empty I am the absence sewn within the void The death in everything is alive It's in everything and everyone As our tears become oceans Our bones, the earth All we are, we were, we remain Suspended in the glow of a dead star An ode to the fathomless, cold reality

Submitted by Pestilence — Aug 14, 2026

Though I should gaze for ever On that green light that lingers in the west I may not hope from outward forms to win The passion and the life, whose fountains are within From the soul itself must issue forth A light, a glory, a fair luminous cloud Enveloping the earth And from the soul itself must there be sent A sweet and potent voice, of its own birth, Of all sweet sounds the life and element Hence, viper thoughts, that coil around my mind, Reality’s dark dream I turn from you, and listen to the wind, Which long has raved unnoticed What a scream Of agony by torture lengthened out ― Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Submitted by Pestilence — Aug 14, 2026

There is no final wisdom There is no absolute We accost the night's hymn Draped in shadows of lament As crepuscular forms in secret light Wrapped in the gallows of a vast and infinite sorrow To vanish like a dream Awaiting the dawning sky In secret light The end lies in all my beginnings The grounds have all grown hollow There is no air to breathe No will to exist

Submitted by Pestilence — Aug 14, 2026