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The death inside is The storm within Cutting my skin. A crooked back Like a withered flower Brings me closer to hell. I don’t bloom, The light passes through me Ghostly. I perished long ago And what remains Is torture As the the air slices the flesh Upon my neck. Do you kiss your wounds Or penetrate further? I cannot feel them. The screams are silent, The night is loud, The chatter is relentless. Take the rest And salvage What is left. It’s as much of a joke As it is hell.
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Not a breath was wasted In the fear of unknown But I lament my leave From where I call home. Solitude was gone there But I greet it once again In a time of change. Where my old self dies I find my death. It’s beautiful When the sky is red I see it when the sun is low And I know It can’t rain forever. Life has mysterious paths With forks, twists and overlaps, And home is with me, Carried through time and memory. I cherish you And all that you’ve done, Showing me a cracked mirror With my distorted self. Don’t follow me, I will come for you. For now, I cry, So goodbye Anechka. Anechka…
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
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In darkness, memories move Unchanged by awareness. Where the light reflects, A memory blinks As dewdrops blanket A cosmic mirror. Pale blue hues Shatter the glass, A glimmer in the restless body With a trembling shiver. A spirit in anguish, Racing through time and space. Flickering and fading Like dwindled candlelight, Poetry falls silent Into murky abyss. And when the rings collide Where the air is gray, Let the fog drown the light In a peaceful bliss of sadness. On a misty cloud, The spirit will soar, Remembering dreams That drip with blood. Crimson stains Suffocate the sun as the child weeps; A dark chamber of forgetfulness And a nameless coffin. And may all tortured thoughts Be guarded by divine light. I pray to find my path, As I wander forever. And may all thoughts Be guarded by divine light. I pray to find my path, As I wander forever. In this whirlwind of despair, My eyes brighten. The storm… It opens now, I see it. A crystal blue eye In an empty void Where things are still. High above the sky, Blinded by luminaries. A gate unlocks, Infinitely changing And warping with time. I conquer the terror, And move into the flame. It cannot rain forever.
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
One cannot truly grasp hell Unless they witness it themselves, With their eyes gouged in, All logic distorted chaos. All things you know Become questions within questions, And joy darkens to gray By a knife that blots out the sun. Could you submit to that? Could you face the terror And find wisdom? Or would you reduce your soul To the dirt in the ground, And use the kitchen knife As a tool for relief? I can feel it, A tremble in the cosmos. It comes from within And it beats its rhythm. Remember it... Remember it...
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026