Melancholia
In the presence of the mirroring specter It’s warm tongue’s lashing lustful hiss Capricious cries of bewitching credence The tempered shard unfurling From crimson jowls Stained with the frigid image of worship It’s red glare conversing the senses Dissociative motion Reflecting silenced throat Purposed hands still As I begin to sift through the aching cells Probing, inverting, revealing Bright bountiful aged constellations Resting peacefully in my veins I peel the sleeping star-like bulbs In sequence of manic flashing shades Now prying through the drab locked chest As the makeshift sabre splices Suffocated echoes Encourage pleasure Inhale the blood Regurgitate Idealistic vile tendencies A spitting image A jagged blade My fate in hand Skin somehow breathing The mother Only salvaged To relentlessly Feast on its nest No planetary ascension All these years to beckon me I’ve severed the bond with a moon fused key Unconscious destination As the life drains from me I sever the throat with a moon fused blade Consciously A collective form A shadow dragged behind Augmenting ash Blurs into a singular face The unwilling apparition A host of putrefaction Ceremonial exodus Shedding the flesh divine To bare purification A mortal cleansing Eradicate the cosmic graph Kneeling the pulsing lavender walls Smearing the fleeting colors In a portrait of self-liberation No planetary detention I hear the skies call for me They opened our realm with a moon fused key Perennial flora of Eden A celestial branch extends to me I sever the hand with a moon fused blade Consciously
Submitted by MetalElf — Jun 22, 2026
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Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
I see it spiraled into the vast midnight stars Grand depicted meadow Enticed by the whitest of light A black dichotomic view into mundane life The spiteful sun within a turning sky Sink familiar into the fields Of melancholia Questions of when it may be I don't feel for my death My own fate Thought attempted In vision monochromatic So which void will I feed? Reoccurring fog gowned alienation Separated from a sought normalcy I sacrificed it all though nothings changed A lamb offered to lead nihility Grazing through the old burning fields Of melancholia Longing for what it will be I won't feel in my death The void that I have opened Beneath a starless horizon Of melancholia No chemicals flow Sorting pools Synaptic fatigue The wandering Flat affect Pessimistic grin Anhedonia Your night song echoes Asphyxiated Severing the ties Desperate despair Seals my own fate Another day It won’t change I contemplate I see it through nomadic eyes of storm The unshakeable grey Lone Lost days Charred spores drip Wraps my tongue Dry swallow So… Which void will I feed? (Anew) Psychoactive vision One trail led me here From existential exhaustion Sheltered by a palace so pale Parallel direction Thoughts speak solemnly Unfamiliar merging Witness it like new As I embrace for the death Through the third eye pried open Your constellations lead me To melancholia
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
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