This Sad Cadav'r

Sit up What's wrong with you Try harder to fit the mould Embarrassed to admit the truth Your image is cold and failing Holding in what's right or wrong Pretending only hurts in the end Evading the real questions tells me how weak we really are I control faithless Lying to yourself Not knowing It's all the same Contorted Which way to turn Believe what's deep inside I control

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026

Bereft of memory, I am mercifully lost and grasping, grasping An aimless threnody Palms displayed to the sky Death yet everlasting Lost, So lost and nearly blind Lost, We reach out into the black So Lost, Not knowing what to ask Lost, Or who it is that answers Mired in earth Shackled in body Projecting Falling outward Gazing into the black Descending Lost, The merest suggestion of light Lost, Somewhere too far off to tell So lost, We stumble and continue to crawl Lost, Because in the end where else is there to go The sacrament is the gateway Verba non verbo Verba non sunta linguae

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026

The revelations come In the realms of reflection In metaphors incomplete Yet what word could ever describe Loosened from bonds Of what senses would have you believe Merely a glimpse But enough to convince We stand in the sea Only up to our feet Staring only down Staring only down At once both here and there Understanding wiped away Not flawed only fallen Not flawed only fallen

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026