Trauma Harness

Listen up you stupid bitch I believe Not in your world of warmth in your souls And dreams of castles built upon sand I choose to wrest my reign in the realm of panic and the pleading of the damned I care not to know your dejected life or the worthless sum of its parts I am untethered, and I am all I am one with the abyss The “is-not”, the dark, and the fall God won’t let me die No matter how hard I fucking try So a ghost came to me in the middle of the night and asked me to relay... Entеr the crowned Lord of hate, I havе arrived to reveal my face So you will either bow, or I will lay fucking waste I have come to share with you the secrets from beyond So you ask who or what are you? I am the King of black widows And I speak the language of ghosts I lost the need, to need, long ago A stomach full of hornets A deity depraved A million words at my disposal And this is what I’ve chosen to say Stripped naked and face down to take the long nap From which there is no coming back Unworthy of a burial and even less a tomb So put that unmarked shallow grave to use and make chrysanthemum bloom I believe Not in your world of warmth in your souls And dreams of castles built upon sand I choose to wrest my reign in the realm of panic and the pleading of the damned I care not to know your dejected life or the worthless sum of its parts I am untethered, and I am all I am one with the abyss The “is-not”, the dark, and the fall They neglect to heed your warnings yet, so maybe they’ll listen to me I am beyond, the brink and the spark (I am your ghost) The lightning rods and the inviolable dark You see my face in all that you hate (Your phantom, your ghost) I am the end of all to be created I await those who cannot discern (Could we share this dance?) Between a loss and a lesson to learn I cannot die and I will not disappear (Give the other side a chance) And you will love me when the answer is clear” I believe Not in your world of warmth in your souls And dreams of castles built upon sand I choose to wrest my reign in the realm of panic and the pleading of the damned I care not to know your dejected life or the worthless sum of its parts I am untethered, and I am all I am one with the abyss The “is-not”, the dark, and the fall Tell me, has the pain finally stopped?

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Feb 21, 2026