Homo Divisus

Light's so far away from my sight Intruding voices are filling my head Another day or maybe another night Is passing by taking what I have bled I'm roaming amongst my thoughts I'm trying to reveal the truth My own mind swallows me up The truth is me I am a prisoner in the cell of a so-called life Blank dismay and throbbing pain in my soul made by another lie Creeping darkness confronting my soul Amorphous illusions unable to spawn Same mysterious figure that I can not expose I guess life is a thing that I do not even own Answers I won't be able to find My questions sink in purifying fire Inside the corridors of my mind My consciousness is trapped in a corner of ire …слишком сознавать – это болезнь, настоящая Полная болезнь (Ф. Достоевский) … ein kranker nun, Der an Schlangengift krank ist; Ein gefangener nun, Der das härteste loos zog: im eignen schachte Gebückt arbeitend, In dich selber eingeholt, Dich selber angrabend, Unbehülflich, Steif, Ein leichnam-, Von hundert lasten überthürmt, Von dir überlastet, Ein wissender! Ein selbsterkenner!.. (F. Nietzsche) … der Mensch, der sich in sich selbst verirrt hat, merkt Bald, dass er in irgendwelchen wirbel geraten ist, aus Dem keinen Ausweg gibt; die Gedanken und die Gefühle mischen sich in ihm, und er hört in Verzweiflung auf, sich selbst endlich zu verstehen (S. Kierkegaard) Jetzt- Einsam mit dir, Zweisam im eignen Wissen, Zwischen hundert spiegeln Vor dir selber falsch, Zwischen hundert Erinnerungen Ungewiss, An jeder wunde müd, An jedem frohste kalt, In eignen stricken gewürgt, Selbstkenner! Selbsthenker!.. (F. Nietzsche)

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025

I recreate the dimensions of pure sorrow Collect the pieces of inner pain I absorb the sufferings and follow The blackened, sharpened blade of fate Look inside my mind What you gonna see? Souls full of scars Mirror of reality. I dissect the nothingness and fill it with squealing silence Look inside my mind What you gonna see? Bounty of pain Shattering world inside me. I scrutate the minds that are formal And search for grief, filtering lies You may say: it's abnormal I won't even deny My perception of the world is too distinctive No rest for the keeper of pain Do not feel sorry for me The purport of my life you won't explain Если хочешь ты яркие дали Развернуть пред больными людьми Дни безмолвной и жгучей печали В своё мощное сердце возьми Н. Гумилёв

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025

I'm just another insignificant human being In this empty world of hate and injustice World where the truth and the freedom are unseen Where people don't really know what trust is. I am what I am Another rotting wound Ulcer In this sick society Lies, pain, sufferings, gain I bleed, suffocate; they crush, eradicate Nothing is left for me Just to confound The web of lies Which suppresses individuals I am what I am Another carnal disease Cancer Of this sick society Why do I have to kneel To whom I may appeal Life's so poignant and pale Blemish existence they try to veil Das menschliche Gefühl, das im Grunde genommen Oberflächlich und dem aufsteigenden Staub ähnlich ist, Duldet keine Anhänglichkeit; wenn es sich an etwas fesselt, Dann fängt es sehr schnell an, seine Fesseln rasend zu Ziehen und sich die Wand und die Ketten in Stücke zu reißen (F. Kafka)

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025

Turn back the time to realize what is life as a progress Displace obstacles to reprogram your mind Despair deny. Do not digress. Wrap me in the bitterness, Guide me in your track I'll be your seeds of emptiness, Humanity will be a soil for black The lever of evolution we are From nihil, we'll create the star Annihilate the chains that keep you still in the abyss of thoughts Divide entity; destroy the surplus parts; Develop the germs of concepts I'm looking at the present And I have seen the past I foresee the future I see the starblast Im Menschen ist Geschöpf und Schöpfer vereint: im Menschen Ist Stoff, Bruchstück, Überfluss, Lehm, Kot, Unsinn, Chaos; Aber im Menschen ist auch Schöpfer, Bildner, Hammer – härte, Zuschauer – Göttlichkeit und siebenter Tag – versteht ihm diesen Gegensatz? Und das euer Mitleid dem "Geschöpf im Menschen" Gilt, dem was geformt, gebrochen, geschmiedet, gerissen, gebrannt, Geglüht, geläutert werden muss – dem, was notwendig leiden muss Und leiden soll? (F. Nietzsche)

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025

Why should we live, feeding our minds with deaths of others? Behold how the world has changed, but we're the same beasts with atrophied feelings like others. Distorting and smashing the rational world Every day we become more addicted to devastation Breaking the boundaries of what is unknown, we're still counting on absolution Trying to hide from ourselves and failing to find compassion We're omnipotent human beings who still are afraid of existence of a God Why? When the hatred was born in our minds? Who pulls the strings? Prepare for another lie, flowing with thoughts, filled with paralyzed dreams of becoming blind. Mein grauen, mein ekel, mein erbarmen, all Mein gutes und schlimmes schrie mit einem Schrei aus mir (F. Nietzsche)

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025

In the vortex of fire I move through the countless flock of the godforsaken ones to the stage, which reminds me A block I see remains of their eyes flowing down their cheeks Crack of their skin deafens me The waves of sufferings and pain are washing me My wail of compassion drowns in the tongues of flame Hundreds of strings tighten me - Immaculate harvester of mankind – the one to blame I scorn myself, contemplating what I've done with these helpless beings With their now, turned to none I'm melting with poisonous smoke I leak – I'm squashed shriek – I'm a flow I am bleeding with tears of flame, going into nothing, To return in epochs again Satan: "Me miserable! Which way shall I fly Infinite wrath, and infinite despair? Which way I fly is hell; myself am hell…" (John Milton)

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

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My soul is bisected, Threads of mind are torn Will the journey through darkness ever end? Will I finish alone? I'm an outcast to people Who are breaking my bones My body is full of cuts and scars, Thrown at with stones I'm fed up with blood and flesh But you won't see my tears 'Cause my eyes are sewn You won't hear my screams 'Cause my mouth is erased The world is turning away from me But I'll be the first one to reject the decaying society Whirls of thoughts spin in your head What do you worship in your life Better forget Rain washes away Mud and blood from my face I don't remember what time really is Living through nights and dying through days Close your eyes, take my hand You will see the clarity with your mental sight Waves of hatred pierce in your mind When you look through the prism of reality Better be blind I'm the last pilgrim on this perennial quest In search of crystal mountain which delenda est I drove my feet through a desert Whose mirage fluttered like a host Voracious for glory, greedy for danger, I roamed the horizons of Al-Kulab, Watching time level mountains In its search and its hunger for me And I saw the sparrows swiftly approach, Bolder then the onrushing wolf They spread in the tree of my youth I heard the flock in my branches And was caught on their beaks and claws! (Frank Herbert) Inside crystal mountain Evil takes its form… (Chuck Schuldiner) There was a man so wise, He jumped into A sandy place And burnt out both his eyes! And when he knew, his eyes were gone, He offered no complaint He summoned up a vision And made himself a saint (Frank Herbert) Won't you join me on the perennial quest Reaching into the dark, retrieving light Search for answers on the perennial quest Where dreams are followed, and time is a test (Chuck Schuldiner)

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025

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I told you once but I will say it again When you live the flesh, it is the beginning Of the end It will take you in It will spit you out Behold the flesh and the power it holds Passion is a poison laced with pleasure bitter-sweet One of many faces that hide deep beneath It will take you in It will spit you out Behold the flesh and the power it holds Touch, taste, breathe, consumed Déjà vu. Already knew from the first encounter But now I know to let go of words to speak no more Like a wind upon your face, you can't see it But you know it's there, when beauty shows It's an ugly face, just be prepared. Passion burns like fire carried by the wind The end of a time, a time to begin It builds you up one way and tears You're right back down, a time to begin The end of a time Touch, taste, breathe, consumed

Submitted by Finntroll — Nov 15, 2025