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I suppose it's quieter now… You can’t hear the wails enswarming? Well, that's a gasp of relief for this small room God, just think of the stress if they're sated Don’t tend to the herds at thy gate All the parlance in the fields – it's a tempting charade The guilt gnaws worse in through all the sorry So, no, we won't deal anymore The pull of the faith, the bait of hope, tore through this road That clawing outside? Why can't we simply turn back tides? Bring the mouths to the door It's enough to turn cold With the hands open palm It's the blood that turns cold I can't Don't feel like you want to Don’t meet their eyes Don’t seem like you want to Don't act obliged Don’t feel that tide's pull like you want to

Submitted by BloodShrine — Feb 25, 2026

Lacking worth, but warming over Switch on the varnishing tact for rewards Taste is solely for lords and dandies Wring out, shine up, the brightest turd in the world Take enough to last a lonely ride Taste enough to acclimate or cry Back and forth, grizzled over After the flavor is hacked to the winds Wretched but shrugging A single action We knew, give or take That polish lasted a day, tops

Submitted by BloodShrine — Feb 25, 2026

We fled this with lurching stride We fled this, a burst of fire and pride Running away, no one can turn it around Fury, sound Smoke, it’s all those fires could sow A prayer to sear the ground A sole, raw plume in air, set to fall again Slowly watching the crash exploding in slow-mo It went on and on Smoke, alive, its limbs encroach with heaving breaths like bray The spires rise, cascade, and we’re overrun In time we’ll dream this way Backdrop burned into the eye It only shades how we haven’t won And how much more to lose in that black eye A golem congealing ash into form Filled in like Bezalel, it’s real Willed up like fire And to believe every homily shapes its mind It’s real, it’s real Lines of the throngs ignite And wails fall, drowned It molted viscous and rank Wrong, yet alive By morning eyes have coalesced And leached off the light Reeling from qualia’s worst cryptic trial So spread like wild And flash down to soil New heat wrapped around the stalks What was once evergrown fuels best And ends still Won’t you forget? Won’t you have had enough of quandaries? What’s lost is lost In the silence, after the eulogy Renounce all sides, all ties “I’m done, I’m done.” In the silence, it’s enough to yearn and sigh “I’m done.”

Submitted by BloodShrine — Feb 25, 2026

Strutted past partway A tug on the shoulder What should’ve been sly fell to the floor Stricken halfway down Shrugged the remainder Cutting the crash Sighed to the lights and out Slowly shapes, estranged passersby Show revolt with grievance in mind A moment in time, and swept up in flight Breathed in the smoke, and feeling exhaust Scolded at midday, shook by the shoulder Balanced in spite of the attempts Passed out maybe once Then to the doorway A gentle push, then harder along The binding of woes, some alchemical ichor Down it all, then just wait There’s a light by the window It’s old and it’s dull like the night We’re here for a moment Wipe off the proof of our lives

Submitted by BloodShrine — Feb 25, 2026

Breathe it in, and you hold on Breathe the words, breathe the words Write them down, so you hold on Keep them in, keep it in As it builds, try to recall: Pain is real, a face is real It seemed just words, yet suddenly whole I’m confused, awake I may have faux pas while in the world Now I fear the blame The script took shape, and I’m beholden The cast has names Smoke to page, ink to ballpoint Sheets to the air, unfold and crease Evolving shadows It seemed just words, yet suddenly whole I’m confused, awake I may have faux pas while in the world Now I fear to claim owner’s fault I may have played false Seduced by a word Just a turn of phrase Then I felt that gaze I might have made faux pas while in the world Now I feel the blame Now I’ll own the blame Climb, climb Own that mountain Carve shape Face of human Statues monumental It seemed just words, yet suddenly whole I’m confused, awake I’ve made my faux pas, but now in the world I fear the blame

Submitted by BloodShrine — Feb 25, 2026

In lines, swayed by rhythmic decree concerning the expired Sewn ties, thread through homilies Net worthy, past as sire Designing a unison tune for pleasure, we misfired The movement is still Call your children out, hands held Call, response When the flock is small Winning hearts is a straight and simple capture None to boast We sing along – nostalgia we shared With the beats in common place, the chorus is “us” Believe it all, the earworms ingrained When the verses ended, a measure is all we shared Something fell behind And it startled choirs who don’t suffer surprise With ears fatigued and tired Belt out gasping highs Off beat, flat, they died No one feels right, and they’re all afraid Blame it on a phrase Blame it on their phrasing Blame it on the changes resolving A song in movements Once you’re swept up, you’re in The pounding refrain, it breaks and it falls You recall that you’ve been here, alive with sound And the notion feels right – the meaning is home Splayed on the floor now, the tune is missed When the verses ended, a measure is all we shared It’s over. I’m sorry. All over. We’re behind. We’re out of time In time, it fades in degrees, descending But the choir… Remind me of why we moved so quickly We expired. What now? It’s all I’ve done

Submitted by BloodShrine — Feb 25, 2026

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Invite you in. Sit back, at the bar stool A few down, it’s stiller than planned And most of us shy There’s a drop and refrain Sharp words, harsh beliefs A few songs down I’m wearied and I recant And the singer’s soft-spoken Still cunning but empty It’s enough to be hurt A thumb in the wound I should just walk and let it all glance by In rhyme, rolling mantras calling on Each time, with the stanzas’ falling hum Heaven knows my dirge I’ve sighed and crooned each verse It’s over, and played out I’ll take my hat and bow And the singers have spoken Grown cutting and angry It’s the goal to be heard A thought from the wound So I should comply, or think it over? I’m running away? No faith in this room I should just balk and let it all slip by Some in seven, some in nine Crossed words Some rhymes won’t work Spite, emboldened yet trite I’m weighed and lopsided You cannot be hiding enough I tried, time and every time Gave up and I’m fried Now retired, I gave enough The song’s healing nostalgia soured Now it’s merely maudlin My sole tenor is drowned out This din grew dischord. I’m bowing out So no hesitation, swift on our way Or you’re drowned out No reservations, no encore to play I’m bowing out

Submitted by BloodShrine — Feb 25, 2026