Sunbather
Hindered by sober restlessness. Submitting to the amber crutch. The theme in my aching prose. Fantasizing the sight of Manhattan; that pour of a bitter red being that escapes a thin frame. The rebirth of mutual love. The slipping on gloves to lay tenderly. "I'm dying." - "Is it blissful?" "It's like a dream." - "I want to dream."
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025
This track is instrumental.
Held my breath and drove through a maze of wealthy homes. I watched how green the trees were. I watched the steep walkways and the white fences. I gripped the wheel. I sweated against the leather. I watched the dogs twist through the wealthy garden. I watched you lay on a towel in grass that exceeded the height of your legs. I gazed into reflective eyes. I cried against an ocean of light. Crippled by the cushion, I sank into sheets frozen by rose pedal toes. My back shivered for your pressed granite nails. Dishonest and ugly through the space in my teeth. Break bones down to yellow and crush gums into blood. The hardest part for the weak was stroking your fingers with rings full of teeth.. It's 5 A.M...and my heart flourishes at each passing moment. Always and forever.
Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025
Twisting and turning beside the slumbering Tereza, he recalled something she had told him a long time before in the course of an insignificant conversation. They had been talking about his friend Z. when she announced, If I hadn't met you, I'd certainly have fallen in love with him. Even then, her words had left Tomas in a strange state of melancholy, and now he realized it was only a matter of chance that Tereza loved him and not his friend Z. Apart from her consummated love for Tomas, there were, in the realm of possibility, an infinite number of unconsummated loves for other men. We all reject out of hand the idea that the love of our life may be something light or weightless; we presume our love is what must be, that without it our life would no longer be the same; we feel that Beethoven himself, gloomy and awe-inspiring, is playing the Es muss sein! to our own great love.
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025
Destined as the servant to the night where your moon dreams of the dirt and the sharp tongue of your zealous will is only congruent with the salt in your mouth and the approaching eulogy of the world. Lost in the patterns of youth and the ghost of your aches comes back to haunt you. And the forging of change makes no difference. Memories fly through the mask of your life shielding you from time. The years that birthed the shell that you gained. Hunched over in apathetic grief with a disregard for steps except the one taken back. Perched up on a rope crafted in smoke / a sword wielding death that buried your hope. Focusing on light through the blinds. A slave to reality under a monarch in the sky. Lost in the patterns of youth where the windows shine brightly back at you.
Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025
Hey, what's up man? I need three, you got em' with you? Okay, but I'm not gonna do any of that waiting around Uh... Alright, I got enough for three, that's it, I'm not cashing I'm telling you man, I can't- I don't think I... I can't cash you out Alright? By the precious blood of Jesus Christ Her sins will be judged And God will cast you into the lake that burns with fire and brimstone Where there is weeping, and gnashing of teeth Where the fire is never quenched and where the worm dieth not It is a place called Hell, and Hell is real Jesus spoke more of Hell than he did of Heaven And the loving warning Who was warned to flee the wrath of God The Bible says that because of your hard and impenitent heart you are storing up wrath for the day of wrath Where God's righteous judgement will be prevailed God offered you grace and mercy and forgiveness through the gospel The Bible says the gospel is the power of God and the salvation for all who believe, to the Jews first, and then to the Gentiles The gospel message, gospel means good news It's a message of hope, it's a message of God's mercy It's where God has demonstrated his love, by sending his son, his only begotten son, into the world, to seek and to save the lost Eight 2-15's? Alright Alright, man, just to let you know, I've been dicked around before, alright I know, man, I've just been fucked around before, alright I've got sixty bucks, that's it, I told you I've got sixty bucks I've got sixty bucks, that's it, that's all I have, that's the last of my money
Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025
Drooling red from my eyes to meet the bitter sun that shines past into light. Setting fire to curtains in hope that you’re dreaming. Destroying the tomb of memories from your life. In the room full of family, but couldn’t find one. In the hallways lit up brightly, but couldn’t find myself. I laid drunk on the concrete on the day of your birth in celebration of all you were worth. I am my father’s son. I am no one. I cannot love. It’s in my blood.
Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025