The Inevitable Fear of Existence
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Everyone gets lost in the wilderness sometimes But these woods are turning to brick and grime Try thinking life existing outside A sky that isn't filled with steel and plaster Day in, day out Day in, day out Day in, day out These animals have only base desires After being stripped of their spirit and fire Their rotting bones and their gaping jaws They're weeping alone in the bathroom stalls I can't help but blend into this institution So far gone in this industrial revolution Ambition erodes down to the basic needs Gone are the days of my existential greed These aching joints all blend into machinery Endless tension compounding my humility I know they only think of me as another failing product line These aching joints all blend into machinery Endless tension compounding my humility I know they only think of me as another failing product line Day in, day out Day in, day out Day in, day out
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jul 08, 2026
This is unflinching reality The face of the clock is leering back at me The dead are we, walking hand in hand The cold and listless dirge of life's every demand Twenty years, not even forty winks Eyes are so red that I can barely blink And I can't stop thinking that what I'm feeling isn't right It isn't right Horus turns It turns Horus turns It turns on me It's unrelenting fucking agony Horus turns on me It turns on This is unflinching reality The face of the clock is leering back at me The dead are we, walking hand in hand The cold and listless dirge of life's every demand Twenty years, not even forty winks Eyes are so red that I can barely blink And I can't stop thinking
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jul 08, 2026
What was lost? What was gained? No color exists outside of this frame Be born again, be born anew Escape our end for a higher form of truth Ever conscious, in absent light The sun cracks everything in my line of sight Nothing's better, nothing's worse I'm finally part of apathy's curse Both mother and father still hide behind So in a sense, they are still mine I can't run from this back of dogs We're losing Both mother and father self-medicate So in a sense, they are still together I can't run from the swift hunter's snare We're losing The taste of youth turns bittersweet It's all become a dream upon waking Nothing's better, nothing's worse I'm finally a part of apathy's curse
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jul 08, 2026