Not for Our Feet
(lyrics adapted from the lettersof antonin artaud to jacques riviere) "I suffer from a fearful mental disease my thoughts abandon me at every stage thus whenever I am able to grasp a form however imperfect I hold on to it there is one single thing which destroys my ideas something which does not stop me being what I migh but if I may express it thus leaves me in a state of suspense something furtive which robs me of the words I've found the star eats tilted sky begins its flight towards peaks night sweeps up the scraps of our gratifying meal how could we distinguish normal mechanisms if we were not temporarily deprived of them a consolation to those who experience death in small doses they are the only ones who know what life consists of."
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
my life is on fire everything is burning around me my life is on fire living in a land of tar I wander with skeletons I talk to skulls of course my skin is gone there is no sign of relief we're slaves to the sun when it finally goes black my smile grows unseen land of tar skies of ash streets are molten with no past
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
I have never met him he has never came to me touched my flesh spoken unto me pictures show his flesh his body eating limbs politely conversing the people he chooses to meet with seem inspired his words must be powerful if he ever comes to me with a favor I will accept
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
frightening clouds might take my body leave it convulsing a few times over or cover my mouth with my own had madness is a deep sea I've waded in no too deep at its bottom I'll end up with absinthe spoon and sugar cubes clouds are only illusions of the mind from close up they dissipate but from afar they're heavenly bodies a forbidden place not for our feet a universe of forbidden thoughts never to be formed as words can make clouds constellations in the back of our minds the pact between mind and body is broken when madness develops the body might run wild into the mist of such clouds pen and sword are equivalent each as sharp when turned inwards each as dull to this world
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
Without hate pulled back taught Bleeding from its roots about to tear away Without blades carved from pitch black obsidian Without the sound of polished stone Scraping against smooth stone Without that clump of skin bleeding Dangling nerves and exposing surfaces Without the look up after the kill and scream like an animal Without it we have nothing
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
get stuck in a loop burn yourself burn yourself in effigy rotten weeds a feast for flames to eat meet yourself meet yourself in effigy retold again and again sacrifice it never ends watch the lines in your had break and change in effigy
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
buried under snow our lives may slow it is strange the colors we turn the once found a man still alive sleeping in the snow when they woke him he begged, "leave me here." what you find is not yours touch it and it may spoil snow is silver at dusk snow is gold at dawn you were red at dusk now completely blue
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
I'm being carried in red velvet I can't tell that I'm bleeding anti-stigmata inflicted wounds from my body their power blooms just put me down get it off me welcome all hungry things of the night white velvet this great expanse white velvet these faceless ants white velvet for some no chance white velvet to free their hands except these people except my carriers
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
kill the one who walks in our way knowing we would come through recklessly leave the body in the streets he is not a victim but an example old bodies are crystal clear I can see right through but me I'm a headache I'm a glaring blinding shape using life backwards and straight into the air
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026