Private Room
I am a desperate attempt at putting my exhaustion into words Cut my tongue out of my mouth It's about as useless as my lungs I have nothing left in me to give I am a monument for those who live and breathe in empty space Put a fucking bullet in my head And dig your feet into my back before you leave Murder me and my intentions or bury me alive Fill my lungs with dirt and watch the light drain from my eyes Fold me in half like the blank pages that will taunt me to my face Words like razors aimed directly at my wrists and now I speak I have nothing left in me to give Words like razors aimed directly at my wrists and now I speak I have nothing left in me to give Tie my lies around my throat until I finally tell the truth I have nothing left in me to give Words like razors aimed directly at my wrists and now I speak I have nothing left in me to give This is my eulogy, don't pretend to miss me when I'm gone
Submitted by NecroLord — Mar 28, 2026
Bred to feel an unfamiliar touch Lust begins and ends with both of us Keep me close, drag me down In the wake of shallow waves you leave Fill the void like fingers in my mouth Spread slowly like a plague I've invited into me Emotions cast like stones skipped across empty lakes And selfishly I sink Cure your rust from within No desire lives past dawn Nocturnal by default Speak softly Drive a nail through both of my lips if you must We whisper As a metaphor for trust Absence of affection Not worth the cancer I have caused Sever the ties To keep from stringing this along Keep me close Suspended just out of arms reach No vacant pair of wings were ever fit to hold me Keep me close In the wake of shallow waves you leave The water left me filthy But somehow you're completely clean Cure your rust from within No desire lives past dawn Nocturnal by default Speak softly Drive a nail through both of my lips if you must We whisper As a metaphor for trust Selfishly I sink No vacant pair of wings were ever fit to hold me Drag me down Selfishly I sink
Submitted by NecroGod — Feb 21, 2026
We carry our devotion parting silence like a sea From the air into our lungs Aim to be outspoken Awaiting gusts of wind Strong enough to shake the words from our tongues We are not known for easing tension We'd rather tilt our heads and swallow teeth Shelter me from dreams in which you die I'd rather witness my own death Eyelids open like I never needed rest I hope I choke from no-practice speaking my own sentences Moving forward from my former self I haven't missed me yet We are not known for our forgiveness Only the acts that we forgive I would much prefer our fate resting in the palms of open hands rather than confined in a clenched fist We carry our devotion with our guilt like thorn and stem Resembling an orchid recently resurrected We have lived and died both in earth and by your bedside Preserved in soil We confide in connection We are not known for our forgiveness Only the acts that we forgive We are not known for our forgiveness Letting go so we may live Shelter me from dreams in which you die I'd rather witness my own death We are not known for our forgiveness But regardless, we forgive
Submitted by NecroLord — Mar 28, 2026