Unnamed EP

I make social subtractions. I cumulate the awkward, the occasions. Equation, the lone soldier. Unnamed, anonymous, faceless in the crowd. And my passion for control, my love affair with steel. In this unstable narrow circle drawn at the limit of my insecurity, I have a space, secluded, where I stand in strength. I have control and define all variables. I play God. My only kingdom, my lonely. And this profound level of unworthiness has triggered my social disconnection. My last physical presence. My now absence.

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025

At that moment, I laid my eyes on her. Captured in this still portrait, glooming out of the frame, glooming. Her frail body holding the weight of a war based life journey. And the few lines next to the image, retracing her path. A few sentences filled with losses and grief. The burden of her story, my own conception of misery has suffered the impact. The weight of my worries fading with the shame of owning any thoughts of self pity. As I walk away, an illusionary personal experience reaches its end. We are back to strangers. By the end of my day, this short moment might get lost under any abrupt meaningless worry. She will remain still. I know. Another person will stop by her. I know.

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025

The atmosphere has just bent into dark. In this deep silence, we share a loss, in a truthful sadness. Fully aware that we aren’t prepared for the desolation we foresee. Our awkward presence, entrance. And this immaculate building. I can’t belong in this impeccable mourning suite. The discomfort we feel stresses the reason of our presence here. And you rest. You don’t appear so peaceful. I am trying to accept this variation of you within my glowing memories. Adieu, dear friend. Our profound respect to everything you are.

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025

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La belle histoire d'Anne Cacophonie moderne Peut-être même la tienne Réceptions dans son salon Invitations Les amis, le mari De longues nuits passées Oubliée, cajolée Des réunions à l'occasions Comprends chéri Ben ca va s'erplacer De longues nuits passées Le bureau Le boulot Toujours plus absent Le lit est grand Seule Sans raisons Chéri L'ennui La vérité Une lettre Son amie Son mari Y s'partagent le même lit Elle quitte, valise en main, un soir La tête hors de l'eau noire À l'aguet d'une âme en peine Ils profitent de sa misère Elle laisse entrer les envoyés du ciel Dans le brouillard elle se laisse enivrer bois leurs promesses Ils vont l'aider à se sortir de sa détresse Non Jéhovah, que suis-je sans toi, jéhovah La mort Suicide Départ Vous qui regardez ma demeure Une secte me l'a offerte J'me suis pas réveillée Parce que la tour.ne m'a pas gardée

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Feb 07, 2026

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