Vigilance Perennial
standing vigilant by the gate of the first mask our hands they now creak from misuse, harden to leather we wait, with hope we can stand guard forever it's a weight that we share this mask is not meant to be buried nurture and consummate pronounced with a trembling inflection learning how the earth reclaims what it yields us sunken-chested we brandish our offering and admit that we haven't been living or breathing only striving swollen-hearted silent, blank tomb of white granite stark in its patience beckons for the mask with which we hold concealed the aging of our visage fleeing still its mirror sculpting frail clays of a tired love whose lungs have collapsed to languish in the breast of a spent kiln it's a weight that we share this mask is not meant to be buried
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025
like all beings pacing corridors trailing the ghosts of their deeds heads downcast and hands raised for their eyes refuse belief in leaving an arid shelter for centuries of rains to dance upon them I am as them, spurning history, I've discovered while awareness grows bleary and indistinct scouting fissures by inference of mark-bereft fingertips hunted by thirst and shiver still the masses of stone that enclose them tasked to contain a murmur that’s soon to be echoing with unspeakable clarity keening its curse to the open I remain with those spurning history, I've acknowledged while awareness grows bleary and indistinct scouting fissures by inference of mark-bereft fingertips hunted by thirst every hopeless struggle every flightless endeavor everything kept at arm's length this labyrinth unfolding echoes
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025
This track is instrumental.
no dream was blooming when our backs arced beneath the dread of another day lost of us growing apart screening ourselves from each other our hearts become riven I have attempted to shadow the trajectories sound the depth of uncertainties filtering loss through the apertures to refract it with mirrors I am seized with violence by a lust for renewal tending furies left unfostered padding across the cellars of my first years burying masks which seek the surface holding vigil in the wake of exertion dictating missives wholly unfocused and confessions wholly dissembled belief is close kin to avarice wending its way to a crest exposed and precarious yet we keep our beacon marked by signal fire nursing an open flame, fed with an equal breath it thus remains standing in thrall to its footing sworn to a vigilance perennial unsteady hand wielding a final arrow specious unbroken will self-doubt fingering the seams bewailing our impermanence
Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025
servility to perpetual youth has fixed me to the plot I age on the bitter tincture of neglect plays about my tongue and eases, sighing music, down my throat to blight the sediment a record of my failures let malnourishment serve as your sustenance raise flares to the dwellings of equivocation may impermanence temper your suffering your sibilant manifold questioning and your pointed fear of a textbook senescence parceling out monotonies bent and arthritic waning baleful in the attics of decline shaped by the efforts of coercion bound helpless by the tethers of duress gilded with lack to frame your body dousing the kindling of the coming years near-forgotten our histories sprawling out behind us seconds birthing minutes became decades dusks new and unfamiliar sprang upon us we hung our heads and pretended there was never expectation there was nothing to corrode a flag in a sea of marble a dream is an empty stomach a flag in a sea of marble a dream is a drowning child
Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025