Nihil quam vacuitas ordinatum est
Close. I'm close. Impenetrable. I'm blooming. Obsessing odyssey of material Conducted by an aimless instinct. The only thing to perceive. Life percolate from veins. Victim of the exposition to reality I'm suffocating far away from the essence of purity. Expanding without any boundaries Limited only by mind's freedom. Thoughts are spreading as spores Infecting the reason, tormenting. there, where feelings don't exist there, where nobody is and will there, where everything is so pure there, where only equilibrium reigns. there, the outermost place from the body infinitely near to the spirit far from the missing of nothing nowise near to nowhere Rain-worm of seeds melted in bright mental solutions Broken and sewed up My buried dream Close again. Impenetrable.
Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025
Dissonances reflect into harmonic sequences. As the profile of hills they're disposed in this new vastness. Structured as monuments pyramids of knowledge inconceivable immensity. The melody embedded in their geometry slowly reveals itself. Its rhythm is the code to unveil the meaning of primordial creation. Timeless laws wrap those mysteries that generated religions behind the mirror Dissonances reflect into harmonic sequences. As the profile of hills they're disposed in this new vastness. Structured as monuments Pyramids of knowledge Inconceivable immensity. Infinity is coming down (to) fundamental chains Colours are nothing but combinations I thanks the generations that sacrificed their time without finding concrete answers I admire the magic line of symmetry in which the basis of Nature reflect itself Infinity is coming down (to) fundamental chains Colours are nothing but combinations I've broken the mirror I denied the connection with my past world I signed to remain over Meditating between the columns of eternity.
Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025
Nothing is worth it indeed My dreams go adrift I continue to repeat that's ok But I'm strapped for hope anyway and more and more sick of waiting a sop that isn't and won't thrown to me. Let the laying low roam It feeds my endless obsession Sank in the moan In a bath of depression I'm itching to cross the streets barefoot in a perfect day of foolish apathy. A grey cup blooms Grown from a dead bud Engulfed by time waves As the silent fall of leaves My tower is falling down No one is waiting me at the god home Stiff flesh swings half-lightened My memory will wiped off It won't do harm to nobody but me Nothing is worth it indeed My dreams went adrift Let the wheel roll The taunting has no end at all
Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025
Diseases, an entire system twisting around an infinite multispace built on single points of no return. Diseases, from the begin till the end, a-non conservative process. Sucking life from other life, trained by evolution to be a parasite. Beings themselves are based on sickness, every species are at the same time kind and disease for another leafless genetic tree branch. Man versus man, contrasting interests will reset to zero the entire system. Destabilized once for all, on the edge of instability men will fall into the void eye. Man versus man, contrasting interests will reset to zero the entire system. This will be the last survival prove, men will write the final chapter into the void eye.
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025
Cockroaches I hear their coverings creaking under my feet Old bones breaks at my every single step inside this fucking pit. Let it flow. It's just the rut. Now they're numb. Snuffed out. I reach the bottom of the pyramid, taking orders from insects, crawling like them, craving to renew that mechanism of dependence. Control breeds nothing but control arranged just in the same manner. The relation between master and slave is a vector which points always downwards. Automatic movements are the consequence of the inducted absolute obedience. Organisms reduced to feel no need and will, their metabolism's regulated by massive injections of morphine. Let it flow. Don't kick against the rut. Now they're numb. Embedded down. Those dry mouths don't remember the relief of water Such vacuum stares are unable to transmit any real emotion. And their terrible smile is worse than the most blood curdling scream I've ever heard. Black birds are flying swirling waiting for an eye to bleed. Wrapped in a terror haze.
Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025
A pearly white sky surround me my heart is freezing from inside, I'm floating motionless in the void where darkness had become cold light. Obscure eyes on fire are pointed at me observing every single wave in my head. I'm falling in the absolute whiteout where darkness had become dazzling light, my self image dips in the shining void where my consciousness is drowning. Surrounded by dark burning stars my massless body is scattered in time. My figure is shaded by gloomy suns, deformed by their unknown fields. Dazed in eternal blank of this inverted reality, wishing to find the eternal peace I melt into black light tears.
Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025
Darkness cannot be seen by those without eyes, eternal laws cannot be perceived by the comatose, the black ray is unseen for those whom look for the essence. Every vibration, every fluctuation every wave is covert. And those, aborted souls, regrets. And those, dismayed worms, waits begging the universe for a sign, screaming in the never ending silence, looking for an answer in the skies, digging the sludge to reach the heart. They try to conceive the resplendent fall, the cycling spiral of never ending begins and ends, waiting forever for a relief from the great insane dance. The chapter shall close once for all the relief shall come and embrace them 'cause there is no darkness for those without eyes. The marsh shall swallow its leeches. The viper shall swallow its own bane 'cause there is no light without darkness.
Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025
White noises whisper along incandescent deserts almost forgotten humanized fears revert. The fluid oozes from my hands falling down in a draining dance. Corrupted by the honey sweet recall the worst sins I'm going to invoke. Every single attempt to resist is rejected by acid puke. Come closer, get slower, the time is nearly over. An instant which lasted for the eternity when the totality had been curbed in a crystal. Lighted up fuse of chain reaction Having changed its primordial direction. The missing scene preserved in resin. A fossilised domino is going to fall Tipped mountain upon the ocean floor. We will see behind the director's shoulders, Over the angle covered by emphasized senses, On boundless horizons dressed in acrylic Epileptic sequences of blackness. My North is pointing down It's the end of the last round.
Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025