Gasping Dust
The gasping dust Forest in ruins Surroundings bound in flames Gasping for air in a crumbling world Appalachia gone to waste Trees in misery Riddled with sores Roots prying through barren soil Clouds of dust Desperate heaving Snuffed out quick in the dark
Submitted by Immortal — Jul 21, 2026
Reality’s a curtain A mirrored surface Concealing what’s beneath us The pain we feel Each waking moment A tithe for nothing Divine what’s really there Hermetic corners of lonely blackness Corridors of perfected agony A hundred dead ends A thousand dead friends I hear their howling I hear them weeping Hundred dead ends Thousand dead friends Severed ties beloved lies Doors of agony Fear unwritten Doors to mental agony Fear that is unwritten Void of opportunity a ravaged fucking schism
Submitted by Immortal — Jul 21, 2026