Aurora Leaking From an Open Wound

Restraint towards none, collectively barren Leading the free world into a chasm No burden of conscience, no frame of change No guiding light, no room for shame It's turning on you, the feeling is wretched Like pure aurora leaking from an open wound It's turning on you, the feeling is wretched Like pure aurora leaking from an open wound Vicious inertia bursting outward Burning it all down to embers Two points in space time violently colliding Until all is caught in the heat A monger for pain, a peddler of fear It's turning on you, the feeling is wretched Like pure aurora leaking from an open wound It's turning on you, the feeling is wretched Like pure aurora leaking from an open wound Madness consuming, madness consuming Madness consuming, madness consuming

Submitted by Finntroll — Jun 22, 2026

A swarm of hornets firing Like neural explosives Into crumbling wealth Predator into prey Heat pulsates of the screen Both iris burning bright Lethargic lack of control Less than the sum of the hive The silence, our prison The thunder, our judgement Basic lack of empathy Operating obsolete machines

Submitted by Finntroll — Jun 22, 2026

An apparition fountain Disassembling masses A language long forgotten Cold hands to burning streets Routed and surrounding In a river of hatred Forgetting and forgotten In a mire of tension We salt the ground We blot the sky With honey on our lips And flesh in our teeth Cassiopeia cast down On a field of mirrors Finally laid low On a bed of needles Vanity en masse Gluttonous species Caretakers of a ravaged planet Lonely throne amidst the stars Cassiopeia cast down On a field of mirrors Finally laid low On a bed of needles

Submitted by Finntroll — Jun 22, 2026