Rhizomes of Insanity

Sanded pearls falling through the narrow neck of time Thousands of paths are furtively opening before my steps Splinter of a temporal incision healing in a heartbeat And thus I stand on the edge of these fractal dilemmas The luxuriant canopy of stillborn destinies Twisted constellations with esoteric roots Whence shall I write an indecipherable will with an unconscious hand If my guiding star is one mid the milky way My life wavers between the befallen and the unbefallen And thus I stand on the edge of these fractal dilemmas A mosaic of sorrow beneath those forbidden truths Is this but the last shred of my unfulfilled dreams? Or the unfathomable fruit of a perception surreal by its omnipresence? My thoughts are coiling themselves up to drift along the meanders of time – as an ingenuous butterfly that would vanish into the oneiric spectrum of my bottomless sight... Fading into the void's omnipresence I shall carry the voices of nihilism And thus I stand on the edge of these fractal dilemmas A mosaic of sorrow beneath those forbidden...

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025

Truths are flickering at the rate of my steps' parallax I gaze upon this sphere with an eye stranger to itself Like a serpentine river curling its frozen coils up Abysmal epicenter of our circular projections The elusive modulations of the field of possibles Shaped these ghosts with deforned masks - as real as fleeting The wight affixed its violence with a bewitched tongue The evanescence of life carved into our flesh Piercing through skin and choking bones Its words became stratified in symbolic sediments Eternity from the burning shivers of their existence Human flimsiness' macrocosmic reflections The elusive modulations of the field of possibilities Shaped these ghosts with deforned masks - as real as fleeting The wight affixed its violence with a bewitched tongue The evanescence of life carved into our flesh Harrowing shadows wriggling into a spiritual abyss From a boundless might with unconscious moves Whispering a disturbing future in the ear of a misty past My soul is a constantly born-again oblivion Newborn oblivion Spirit's incision Abyss of my soul Dawn of damnation

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025

Dividing the atmosphere into a disconcerting jigsaw Heaven's vault is splitting up along manifold broken lines Every moist piece of untold history will fall apart Boundless gloom of precedence-to-be - space pervades Continental facets as projections of our unilateral sights I stare at the wan caress of those artificial crystals Scrolls of a manuscript truth Opening to meaning to foreclose reality Madness in the eye of the wise man The fantastical relics of absence Writing the meaningless to bring the present forth Wisdom in the eye of the mad man On Charon's trail sensed I the foul breath of the netherworld Within themselves the wight's words carry the harbingers of insanity

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025

Architecture of paroxysm Paradoxical wombs of life A single spark amongst the vacuity of gloom That spreads its tentacular ramifications To create a sphere of possibilities Was it the realisations I dreamt about Or did I spring from this oppressive allegory? To divide the space-time with metaphorical blades Dragged into Osiris dilemma The maze of a linguistic anthill From void burst desire Seeping in through the chinks of absence The being is the core of nothingness Membranes eaten into by the acid embrace of the oxygen The ocean exteriority is surging within my lungs Gutting my organs out as an offering for Gaia Weaving the indistinguishable threads of our sorrows In the parabola of this silent omnipresence Dragged into Osiris dilemma The maze of a linguistic anthill From void burst desire Seeping in through the chinks of absence The being is the core of nothingness

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025

Leaning over the narrowing oblong Of a generating existence My ambivalent fortress Like a sail in a sea of ramifications A sharp-limbed figure is whispering The muffled harmonics of a lunatic lullaby Relics of absence that closed the klein bottle upon itself To seal these corporeal arabesques with metonymical incisions Humanity has left up the depths of madness' mark Once doomed our hopes of remembrance From the sporadic preachings of a bewitched tongue How could I reach a path that lays still in another voice? I bear the tumbledown architecture of the inconceivable Being and nothingness Torus of desire Vacuity of existence We starve for salvation To seal these corporeal arabesques with metonymical incisions Humanity has left up the depths of madness' mark

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025

Birth-chained by the radical otherness of a prophetic word The paroxysmal remmants of shredded wombs Have merged into a contourless cytoplasm Swarming humankind - countless ramifications A plasma of probabilistic chaos to link our realisations The untold history Of an unanimous masterpiece That used to creep from one to the other To thence settle in stratifying foundations Swarming humankind - countless ramifications A plasma of probabilistic chaos to link our realisations Divided into a thousand of singular jigsaw pieces We developped an architectural sense of aberration A core of denial For the ever-unbefallen universal As the moody porosity of a diseased membrane Pushing its achievements away

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025

For fear of a bifacial contamination Janus' paradox in front of our unspoken words They forged again the hypocritical links of an imperfect symmetry With the prospect of a growing swarm of perplexity Passing the blade edge of allegorical otherness Over the unfulfilled promises of a salutary emotion And thus I am the bastard child of this self-maddening chaos And this matrix reflection that pierced through our universal flesh The unquenchable greed for a deadly utopia Has twisted the silky curtains of our existential potentialities From the egotist canopy to a desire yet to come We are the cynical heirs of a fundamental dividing principle

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025

At the end of this archaic dividing process Cynical puppet under the heavenly leer of invisible figures Waver I between the will to power and the chiasmus of oblivion Life stays now just a spark Guttering under changing... Winds of the endless greed for an utopian promise That fathered this nameless creature - fantastical reality Thrusting its fertile tentacles To reach the heart of our dreams - tainted from now on The countless arabesques of hallowed scrolls Became incarnated from the unconscious parallax of might Human obscurantism near madness' transcendance Life stays now just a spark Guttering under changing winds The endless greedfor an utopian promise That fathered this nameless creature - fantastical reality A the reckless heirs of cannibalistic unjunctions Rotted from within since the gnawing maggots of consumerism I mourn our children that will never come into the world

Listen to the depths-spurting springs Like a core in flames supporting an anaclitic bark At death of night they whisper the faintest riddle For those who still have an ear to behold Through aeons still I used to gaze upon Lyrical songs as an architectural monolith Plebeian choirs in archaic dissonances A fear shared midst uncounted unquenched roots Humanity embraced by the archetype of death Möbius strip... Engram of decline Temporal wheel closed on a compulsive spiral Purpose for purposes – to be born or to be Our desires consumed us behind deceit The twilit glows of truths gathered I dreamt global crystal that withdraws into itself Opening to reflect the starlit meniscus So leaves shall fly away beyond the tops Humanity embraced by the archetype of death Möbius strip... Engram of decline Threnody spawned from silent nothingness Solitude among ourselves, one word to curse us all Simultaneously inside and outside we stand Like skin torn apart – narcissistic haemorrhage Petrified by Möbius' deadly command Under nocturnal skies of despair we bleed Rise over thyself Through aeons still I wondered Gazing upon highest mounts Whereas the truth rests in the abyss Threnody spawned from silent nothingness Solitude among ourselves, one word to curse us all Rise under the lands Man is something that must be overcome Fall over the seas For the answer dwells deep in thee Humanity embraced by the archetype of death Möbius strip... Engram of decline Decline...

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025