The Parallax II: Future Sequence
I wonder if I'm alive Breathe slowly Open your eyes Can you hear me? Look at what's in front of you An endless journey Our end What do you see? What do you feel? Were we ever really alive? You know this is the right choice Let's switch off together Let's float to no more Goodbye to everything
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Dec 18, 2025
Analyze my own matter from above. Blacked out eyes in an existence overgrown. Never fall back down. Trapped in myself. Sold my hands. Envy them. Can't find the one. I slowly start to cut pieces of flesh from my body. Dig in and dissect. Collecting examples of what the outside world sees. Under it all. I know the devastation I have caused. Upon myself and this world. Upon myself and this world. Upon myself and this world. Upon myself and this world. Speak to me freely. I am listening. Speak to me freely. I am listening.
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Dec 18, 2025
Under it all. A new world. Under it all. A new world. A new world made with the hands of madness. These hands. These hands. These hands. They will always do the cutting. Piece by piece the pain gets worse, pain gets worse. If only I could see myself right now. The gathering of flesh. Transforming my face into an unrecognizable state. Smooth out the eyes. Smooth out the lips. Every mirror is a past idea smashed upon recognition. Will it be found? Will the right hands deliver? The heartache I left. Will it be found? Will the right hands deliver? The heartache I left. Cut until all that is left is new material. Myself. Day in, day out. Deep down I know what I must do. So much happens behind closed doors. So much happens behind our closed doors. This key will open them. Expose us all. Crusty-eyed symphony. Awakened by my grunts and moans. Why do I do this to myself? I suppose the choice was all mine. God felt so much better before the mirror glimpse. On the surface, I know what I must do. What I must do. God felt so much better before the mirror glimpse. On the surface, I know what I must do. What I must do. What I must do. What I must do. What I must do. The precaution documents. The fail safe way back "home". Should I end it right here and now? The precaution documents. The fail safe way back "home". Should I end it right here and now? That would be far too selfish. I shall end what I've begun. The creation of more. More of us. The skin and bones of destruction. An army of weak souls. Weak minds. Weak souls. Weak minds. Weak souls. Weak minds. Weak souls. Weak minds. Weak souls. Weak minds. Weak souls. Weak minds. Weak souls. Weak minds. Weak souls. Weak life. I wake to my own whimper. Ship is counting down. Must regroup myself. I wake to my own whimper. Ship is counting down. The end starts now. Cut until all that is left is new material. Myself. Day in, day out. Cut until all that is left is new material. Myself. Day in, day out.
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Dec 18, 2025
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Submitted by Celtic Frost — Dec 18, 2025
To see one's self is hard to explain. Last night was the first notion of this. Once again, real life and dreams are whirling among one another. Space flight navigator. A walking mirror. Galaxy drifter. Entwined together. To grasp the other hand. To hear the other speak. Space flight navigator. A walking mirror. Galaxy drifter. Entwined together. To grasp the other hand. To hear the other speak. Carve one's skin out of their own soil. Sends chills throughout my body. Carve one's skin out of their own soil. Sends chills throughout my body. Wake up, wake up to a dirt covered surrounding. Machines, machines in the distance. Wake up, wake up to a dirt covered surrounding. Machines, machines in the distance. Something far too familiar. The world comes to a screeching halt when I cover my ears. Lift off the hands and the claws work again. Digging graves. Deeper graves. Digging graves. Deeper graves. The machines deafen my ears with such extremity. Constant maze from digging graves. I bury my head in the dirt. It all stops. This sends bliss throughout, throughout me. Upside down dreaming. The sound of Earth soothes my entire body. Upside down dreaming. The sound of Earth soothes my entire body. Upside down dreaming. The sound of Earth soothes my entire body. Upside down dreaming. The sound of Earth soothes my entire body. Real life and dreams are whirling. A hand lifts my head out of the dirt. Pulling hairs from what seems to be my brain. I see him... me... us? The walking mirror. Eyes slowly open as dust clouds surround me. Surround me. Surround me. Speak to me freely. I am listening. Surround me. Speak to me freely. I am listening. The clanking of machines scream in the distance. I strain in order to get up. Soon I stumble down a dirt hill and see a buried man. Just his skull is underground. Once again, real life and dreams are whirling among one another. Walking into a certain state of... Walking into a certain state of... Walking into a certain state of desperation. Walking into a certain state of... Walking into a certain state of... Walking into a certain state of desperation. Carve one's skin out of their own soil. Sends chills throughout my body. Carve one's skin out of their own soil. Sends chills throughout my body. It is a corpse. Something is buried where his head once lay. A note... my note. My hands shake and I fall to my knees. Slowly read... "Please know, I love..."
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Dec 18, 2025
Every time I closed my eyes, I saw my astral body in space. For nights on end, I watched myself. I knew our pain was the same. Loss. Self-doubt. Isolation. Neither constructed or taken away. We have always known our options. It was the relativity of time and space in our shared conscious which brought us together. Now we are one. Two forces entwined to make a decision.
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Dec 18, 2025
I see all. I hear all. Build it from nothing. Let fringed wings free. Come soar with me. We build mountains to crush oceans. You're in danger from our creations. We build mountains to crush oceans. You're in danger from our creations.
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Dec 18, 2025
[The Decision (Prospect 2 speaks):] Built to destroy Born to compress Every worry Every idea Push it deep down The blood vessel cover The skin suit of anxiety Built to destroy. Born to compress. Every worry. Every idea. Push it deep down. The blood vessel cover. The skin suit of anxiety. Never speak a word Just do as you're told and compete Compete for success, for health, for sport. Climb the mountain of limbs Built to destroy. Born to compress. Every worry. Every idea. Push it deep down. The blood vessel cover. The skin suit of anxiety. Build the walls around me A covered land mine Every smile, every itch A covered land mine Push it deep down Put your head under the ground Worm discussion Worm discussion Built to destroy Born to dominate As I am you You will never know Just like all the fools before you Here is what we must do She writes: I awake to a cold touch. Two arms in four-armed bed. The touch of wind wrapping around me. I'm trying to follow its scent. The scent of isolation. Every door opened, every aspect of our life... gone. Hauling around our memories. Every corner a display of our life. A life I assume will never be the same again. No signs, no clues. A game that I will question until the end. Where have you gone? Was I ever important? The late nights lend ideas, but nothing to gather actual progress. Years go by. The constant stare. The constant grip inside. Every organ grinding. Every day seems easier until I step back in our box. Boxed in. Surrounded by life, while suffocating inside a poor version of one. Grip the match, set the fire. Don't save a thing. Rebirth. Reborn. Now this is progress. The black box will reveal only this. I will sit. Sit and wait until not a breath escapes my body. Burning in our box. What did all of this even mean? More objects to represent a status. One we can't even prove. Hide behind what we have taken. You have done this. The memory of me will leave with the ash of lost treasures. Goodbye to you. Goodbye to everything. She speaks: Was I ever really alive? Did I stay, did I stay in his mind? Goodbye to all I've known I love you Goodbye to all I've known I love you Rebirth Reborn Rebirth Reborn [Prospect 2:] Do as we are built Machines for the future Bright eyed and ready for life The dual gods of our time Of all time They will never see us coming They will never see us coming Let's end it all Start from scratch Patch the uniform and let the galaxy form a comfortable replacement We will not be missed Goodbye to everything Start from scratch Patch the uniform and let the galaxy form a comfortable replacement We will not be missed Goodbye to everything [Prospect 1:] Doing as one's told. A puppet through fear. The crossed finger clicking sounds. Inner anxiety with a smile. Doing as one's told. A puppet through fear. The crossed finger clicking sounds. Inner anxiety with a smile. Why can't we step back? Why can't we step back? Are we really this important? Just because we can doesn't mean we should (Let things happen naturally) Personal resets through selfish release At least I will enjoy The worry slips under the door You won't see me coming You won't see me coming
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Dec 18, 2025
Get down here and sing the songs we sing In bloom we come Tentacles swing with the waters breeze In bloom we... Crowd around Drift down slowly Get rid of your undesirable oxygen Just drift on down with us In bloom we grow In bloom we grow Together as one This underwater village Bebop skippity tippity tap those toes Queen Sea will take you in This is your new home now Ignore the laughter We will not hurt you Your last wishes Queen Sea will take you in In bloom we know what life is all about With not a worry in the world Let the water move you Move to the sweet sway of nutrition Move to the sweet sway of melody Queen Sea will give back life We used you Your purpose is clear We never knew Floating back to the surface (Tentacle hearse transportation... Actual happenings or the distant mind?)
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Dec 18, 2025
Creep in before the rise of the sun. Execute a story never told. Do not think, just do. No human emotion. Who says I'm even human at this point? A poor example of life. Do not think, just do. No human emotion. No morals. Just a huge display of direction. Hear, then do. Profit. Sneak in the box before the rise of the sun. A four-handed bed occupied by only two. The window is yawning. Faceless in a sea of space. My propulsion from their pain. Faceless in a sea of space. My propulsion from their pain. In, out. Profit. Why would they need me for a simple confession? Collect, then destroy. Collect, then destroy. Collect, then destroy. Before the rise of the sun. Collect, then destroy. Before the rise of the sun, the sun. Faceless in a sea of space. My propulsion from their pain. Faceless in a sea of space. My propulsion from their pain. Frantic writing. Not meant for my eyes. Frantic writing. Not meant for my eyes. Why did I keep this? What inside forced me to see the ink? Smoothed out, then in pieces, in pieces. I can't live with this. I must let her know. A valley of smiling despair. Self-doubt would be my first guess. Confusion, sadness, the other half. But lost through selfish measures. I can't live with this. I must let her know. I can't live with this. I must let her know. The robot has stepped out of his box. Foreigner in my own land. No profit. For once, no profit. The robot has stepped out of his box. Foreigner in my own land. No profit. Walk in. After the rise of the sun. Conclude a story never read. A burning smell creeps up my nostrils. A trapdoor locked from the inside. Incomplete me. Impossible conclusion. Me. Incomplete me. Impossible conclusion. Me. Faceless in a sea of space. My propulsion from their pain. Faceless in a sea of space. My propulsion from their pain. Faceless in a sea of space. My propulsion from their pain. Faceless in a sea of space. My propulsion from their pain. Frantic writing. Not meant for my eyes. Frantic writing. Not meant for my eyes.
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Dec 18, 2025
I know what I must do. I know what I must do. I'm coming home. Fixed socket threat. Binocular vision. I see all. I hear all. Superior intellect. I'm the night owl. Built by the alien Gods. I'm the night owl. A necessity to the existence of all life. I'm the night owl. I'm the night owl. Fixed socket threat. Binocular vision. I see all. I see all. I hear all. I'm the night owl. I'm the night owl. I return in the day but you won't ever see me. Only my eyes. The blaring, yellow sphere. A sharp distortion. The TV screen you stare at night after night. Over and over. Over and over. I return in the day but you won't ever see me. Only my eyes. The blaring, yellow sphere. A sharp distortion. The TV screen you stare at night after night. Over and over. Over and over. You are staring into me. Cut the wires and cut your ties. You aren't what you think. An experiment. They will send us to warn, but that's part of the game as well. Fucking weaklings. I still know what my mind tells you to do. Cut out pieces to form new. I still know what my mind tells you to do. Cut out pieces to form new. Am I me? What is he? Am I me? What is he? It's come to the point of opening the box. Carved in the side are the words: Property of the Night Owls. Smash to unlock the desperate measures. Am I me? What is he? Am I me? What is he? He is found and I will drag him to his end. It's not selfish if it's what's right. He knows I'm looking for him. This thievery is for the bettering of all humankind. So it seems. Creep in before the rise of the sun. They are sleeping. Holding each other like it's the last... And it is. Open the valve. Fill the room. And it is. Open the valve. Say goodbye to everything. Creep in before the rise of the sun. They are sleeping. Holding each other like it's the last... Creep in before the rise of the sun. They are sleeping. Holding each other like it's the last... And it is. Open the valve. Fill the room. And it is. Open the valve. Fill the room. Am I me? Am I me? Seek the day. Never again. Seek the day. Never again. Seek the day. Never again. Seek the day. Weightless in the sea, sea of space. Never again. Seek the day. Weightless in the sea, sea of space. Never again. Never again. Eyes open to the sound of laughter. Like a mighty God casting his spells on the worlds below. The man is me. Jet propulsion disengage. Dancing towards our future. A future of nothing. A future towards nothing. Jet propulsion disengage. Dancing towards our future. A future of nothing. A future towards nothing. Jet propulsion disengage. Dancing towards our future. A future of nothing. A future towards nothing. Jet propulsion disengage. Dancing towards our future. A future of nothing. A future towards nothing. Jet propulsion disengage. Dancing towards our future. A future of nothing. A future towards nothing. Goodbye to everything. Goodbye to everything.
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Dec 18, 2025
Goodbye to everything.
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Dec 18, 2025