Ru:mipu:dus
Scissors upside down in my hand I cut myself into mosaic If you roll up my sleeves you'll see Under my skin the foreign blood As a leech I've sucked the day as black as the night Never utter my name, hit me back if you feel that's right Drink yourself into oblivion from alcohol-free blood You save me from heartbreak by giving it all you got Come from upon the fire Walk upon the water as Jesus I'll shake the path to a determined goal Away from under your feet Thorns from a boradkeaf tree, shaken, as usual, on a mantelpiece You brush against the blue-eyed mist No homesickness whatsoever The wings wink at you From a mound of mould
Submitted by Pestilence — Jun 03, 2026
Driving along I notice some pockets of air in the air I pause to listen for the bangs that are not quite there Along the stem of heaven I flow upwards, never down We bring more misery to the roots of the heaven's crown With my feet I stomp the clouds nearer to the earth So you could learn what licorice and pitch are really worth The stingy taste of mustard in my mouth is honey-sweet But on my sacred tongue these two must never meet The guardian angel behind the shield of clouds Won't hear the death-fear's banging for the banging isn't loud It only takes half an effort to break both sides The other half I'll spend on making left and right collide I'm aiming at an apple with a fireproof arrow of fire And never lie about it if it is your heart's desire
Submitted by Pestilence — Jun 03, 2026
Northern lights inside — they hurt my mind Spices by design burn my tongue and make me cry Gone out — out of myself I see myself — sit beside myself I saw and heard it all It's safely stored inside my head Still there are bins, though Containing fragments unescaped... ...even when the soul... When the soul desires rest When the soul — would like to sigh out of fatigue When the soul — when the soul desires rest When the soul — when the soul would want to sleep Gone out — out of myself I see myself — sit beside myself And I'm an eye... I'm an eye-witness to the murder of myself
Submitted by Pestilence — Jun 03, 2026
I feel my heart stopping Just once after every beat The spirits of blood don't want Too long to share my company I pass by my life's stop In the carriage of dread Can I rent a palace In the slum of the dead? I sense the hum of my thoughts I hear my sighs of bliss I scream for my heart to stop Just a little bit more after this A child and an old man sit In a dungeon of train of life One — a past of great weight The other — its future so bright
Submitted by Pestilence — Jun 03, 2026
I live in a dwelling house In a backalley of life The tree of life and an aphid Thank me for their lives Don't fear life Don't fear death Fear for life In life after death Look at the mirror of your soul Do you recognize yourself? Did you see a pacman in there? Did you recognize yourself? The morning rises against the day And soon they will collide The night still admires the evening Securing the lock of time Forever in history...
Submitted by Pestilence — Jun 03, 2026
I sat, in time and space In a time where there was nobody In a spce with no doors at all In a room where no one's alone In a timeless void of each-otherness I watched and sighed against the falling stars Counting my saved shudders Savouring my scars On my trip I assisted the sparks Stroking their sons in the dark In the wind, in the clouds of scare Knotting wire into your hair The sun and the moon rose hand in hand And the moon cast a sad glimmer I'm walking through the tunnels Unwillingly towards everything And all — step not on the righteous path Thread your way around the roads you've walked I was and was dancing seated Listening to the sounds of entirety Rooting out the tree of life I saw the roots that stretched... And stretched... and stretched And are still stretching
Submitted by Pestilence — Jun 03, 2026
Divinely on oath for virtues I plead The power forever remains below me Divienly on oath for virtues I plead Using my last opportunity My soul is so impure and dark That ravens thought me one of them Tormenting thoughts still chase my mind And I don't know how this will end I would let heaven fall apart And hell to be destroyed And people to die out so there Would be much less of noise Amalgamate all gods to one Who then would suite my soul What rapture — free would be the way to much a greater goal Absolution out of hand Soul of mine is black and damp
Submitted by Pestilence — Jun 03, 2026
He walks alone, his hand in hand... Through town of twilight, sowing finest sand Embrace the fear and close your empty eyes The endless sleep? Now try it on for size! You know you're dead, and in this death you weep... But morning comes, and ends the endless sleep A gray-haired dream that never ends nor lies Sand in the Sandman's ever-sleeping eye To sleep, to calmly walk the path of dreams... It's whispers of deceit you hear, not screams Since owls are almost never what they seem In dreams your deeds will never be redeem'd Sit very still and wait for it to come 'Till everything inside you has turned numb Embrace the fear and close your empty eyes The endless sleep? Now try it on for size!
Submitted by Pestilence — Jun 03, 2026
No frailty, no heavenly punishment Can offer me explanations The public secret of dream thoughs Is no match to my machinations The endless bitter ending of the world Hides beneath the mountains of ash Don't try to touch the joy Or you'll break like a cheap toy With no lessons to be learned you'll crash Life's absurd in this delusive time And this time doesn't even exist Nothing we do can be divine Unless we truly persist Damn you, you flock of sheep And may the wolf your shepherd be You lack the courage to show your teeth You lack the will to see For want of will we never keep our word Behind self-destruction we hide our second face This life is a badly produced play For a drooling audience — the higher race
Submitted by Pestilence — Jun 03, 2026
It would be better, if I'd be a ghost Floating like breeze in this world It would be better, if I'd be a plant So no one could then see my eyes It would be nice to exist without me No reason to dream about things I can't be Years passing by & grief seems so true Inside my soul all the pains getting loose
Submitted by Pestilence — Jun 03, 2026
Northern lights inside — they hurt my mind Spices by design burn my tongue and make me cry Gone out — out of myself I see myself — sit beside myself I saw and heard it all It's safely stored inside my head Still there are bins, though Containing fragments unescaped... ...even when the soul... When the soul desires rest When the soul — would like to sigh out of fatigue When the soul — when the soul desires rest When the soul — when the soul would want to sleep Gone out — out of myself I see myself — sit beside myself And I'm an eye... I'm an eye-witness to the murder of myself
Submitted by Pestilence — Jun 03, 2026