A Constant State of Loss
The night whispers As we lie Seeking repose in moribund visions What murmurs are these, that wail and cry? The symphonies of heroic deeds Or the shuffles of feeble greed? A thousand dimly lit lampshades A million flights from the masquerade
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Jun 21, 2026
Old winds blew Murmuring through the leaves Cold winds knew Morning and eve A frantic calm descends To folly’s phantasmic realm Perhaps it soon ends Prosperity at the helm The new wind’s rustle Is heard in mountains far But now these shores in stillness tell Of images that are Shall dreams and youthful visions These pictures break and mar?
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
I fade Into The wind The earth Gray sun Dim night Rising to Fall again In these walls where Nothing is the Boundaries are limitless (Nothingness is closing in) Howling silence Calls to me This blank sky Contemptuously mocking Is but a great canvas In ruins shall I wander A godless pilgrimage Into the gray I fade I fade Into The wind The earth
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
[Lyrics from "L'Ennemi" by Charles Baudelaire] My youthful years were little but a tempest, cold and dark, Graced upon occasion by some brilliant sun; Thunder and rain have so made their mark, That the stock of precious fruit in my garden is near done. So have I reached the autumn of my thought, And now must I bring forth the rakes and the spades To gather once again flooded earth and damp rot, Where water has carved deep holes the size of graves And who knows if new buds, as I glimpse in dreams Will find in this soil, drenched by endless streams The mystic nourishment from which their lives might start? O grief! O grief! Time devours our lives, And the obscure enemy that gnaws on the heart, Feeds upon the blood we slowly lose, and thus it thrives!
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
"I am the great Thundering, impenetrable terror!" Thus I heard Silence Boast as he glared from the heavens Your voice echoes A unity beyond multitudes Your call resounds, so vacant Cavernous, fathomless It beckons, and yet, it seems A horror to look upon your face Has any age shunned you so Or felt more tightly your grasp? As you guide the moon The clamber of hooves sounds forth Amidst the myriad voices You and I will walk among the trees I long to hear The music of my silence I long to sing The music of my silence
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Onward! Constant movement Constant progression A constant state of loss Onward!
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026