Breed

You can dream about my life, labirinth of a boundless brain. Live on the greedy wish of learning of your mind, this is the place of perditionas time passed. Where grow obsession of hate created by wails of tormented souls quelled with instincts betrayed in the past, listen to this voice that fills the air. Break the body, your only prison, give off in the vacuum, the essence of your spirit... Split from flesh, take the form of doom and traverl through times, searching for existence. Go back to times of ancient lords walk on the edge of abyss your new rebirth will be painfull. You'll find your soul changed, imprisonate in hate, touching it you'll cross your first life in a second. Without understanding where you can start looking across the sky fate won't be a fellow, this resurrection will be a mankind obsession, the cradle of hate

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Jun 21, 2026

Alienist, dream's creator, mind's killer They know you, feel your thirst for learning Streams of darkness seep through like stones fallen, into an ink's puddle Silence is now your fellow, thougts lead the way heavily and perceive the depths of emptiness that encircles them They cannot see or hear but they feel your presence Bound in chains of emotion... Fear overwhelms thougts move swiftly They reproduce attracting attention of your eyes that devour Brain shakes in a fit of convulsions He bites with his eyes to go down The mating is nearly complete like your thirst of learning Incapable of reacting, now lying underground you look for a way out Ground over you seem to ppress against You lying, try to scream out, a swarming mass of insects falls in your mouth Frantically, you start digging Quickly, terrorized, spitting bites of soil, pieces of worms Crushing your face on the ground Their short life ends up like an old book leafed through the wind While time becomes grey and waves bring it again in darkness

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Jun 21, 2026