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TJ: Past the houses Past the trees There's the ruined factory Slipped in through a window Eyes opening on every surface and I’m hiding Staring at the door, hoping it passes by Studying me Swallowing me Mitchie: Oh, incantation of the heart Studying me Swallowing me
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Feb 12, 2026
TJ: You said there's something beyond the mountain We went there together and slid underneath Chest deep in the darkness Cross-section of a landform Then you swam away, removing yourself from this space Erased, unknown Replaced, alone Fifteen days now Waking up cold What's there? It might be true that our consciousness ends at our fingertips But I know that it's not true that our world ends at the borders of this town I'll prove it to you Erasing myself Becoming unknown Replacing myself Now I'm alone Mitchie: This home rings false There is so much more I wanted to show you The only thing I know is that I will never look back For there will be no one to meet my gaze No one to remember my name Looming beyond Bring your preconceived notions to a screeching hault
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Feb 12, 2026
Mitchie: As I fade into the sky This world and the ones around me Suddenly feel so quiet and so cold I did not understand your gestures still I did not get your meaning No matter where you are, I will sing a song for you I promise I will dissolve into nothing They cried back to the moon drop The call is answered Is this deliberate? Presented with the choice, would you? TJ: I will dissolve into nothing Where earth meets the sky Falling right back into place Perpetual falling
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Feb 12, 2026
TJ: Isolation Trapped here up north as they fly by Klaxons shrieking It's all out of your hands The end of the problem you created House and home eliminated Walk outside, let your spit freeze Fall asleep Now they're only visited by the aurora Mitchie: Am I alone in these thoughts? That's what I thought How curious it is to recognize the sound Harrowed hearts hang heavy Feast your eyes Embrace the empty I cannot dream I cannot eat Will you devour this being? I am fucking waiting
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Feb 12, 2026
TJ: After decades exiting orbits Returning in flames, an immolation Coinciding with the showers Thousands sit and wish on every streak If we put it there, if we brought it down Does it count? Coin in the well - Does it count? Seeds in the wind - Does it count? You wish, I wish Mitchie: Cross my heart and hope to die Farewell to these hopes, I hope to see again someday Star struck What incredibly bad fortune Better luck next quarter Chris: ---
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Feb 12, 2026
Mitchie: -- TJ: Midnight in bed alone Darkness pushing in the walls Compressing my body, eroding my form Floating in void How can you soak in when nothing is porous? This is the painted glass house I've built from the inside out Flowing along concrete plane Toying with ideas of erasure This place or this being? Something new Even if it’s nothing at all Your millisecond blur
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Feb 12, 2026
Mitchie: Regardful of the purpose Posed on the screen Subsumed by a construct That lives inside us all Innate or ingrained Burned into our bones Felt in the stomach Everyday it gets harder to recognize Everyday it gets harder to tell the difference between myself and them TJ: Fear of possibility Clinging to certainty This will never come again Already it fades away A beautiful release Melting my inhibitions Becoming complete How to be the me that we want me to be Shorts: ---
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Feb 12, 2026
Mitchie: Commemorate their once vital spirit For we will all end exactly the same way Everyone we know and love will be six feet under in the blink of an eye Swallowed whole Swallowed soul The earth and the worms They will lay claim Now the question is what will you change What will you make Or will you leave things as they may? I will never forget the difference that you made TJ: The one thing that binds us together Is our thread ends Tie yourself down and fray at the edges You're still on a straight line from A to B Chris: --
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Feb 12, 2026