Grimen
Void Reality blinks Through intervals And smothers a wish (cast away by his neglect) Only crooked roads Flesh decieves Exposes the roots and starves the mind Grace Has been beaten and burned out of the skull (betrayal struck a deafening blow) Sweeps of blighted streams Drowns the faith and feeds the fraud Life Feed the grief Fertilize Drift away Anguish Breach the waves Burn the crops Break the oath Prowler Spinal growths, heavy steps Vertigo takes shape Destroy the road against your will Prowler He who burns in a shelter He who smothers a wish Can’t see the face of the purpose Can’t feel the blaze of the sun Can’t feel the warmth that’s been given Unstable walls coming down Now every step is a burden And every breeze is of doubt
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 24, 2026
Smoke engulfs the radiant light From fake and pallid eyes Roads began unfurling only to Wither and burst by decay The river of trust reverse direction Rusty nails pierce the honest Bleed Eyes like starlight tricks Cold blood dries in dismay Gaze upon the soil that’s been given And let it burn, burn away The river of trust reverse direction Dried up blood of the honest Burns, burns away Reach out and spread the word, a divine interference Blow off the tainted steam, confusion reigns Follow the liars path, a part of our nature Embrace the failures, a letdown is always near
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 24, 2026
I watched the feathers (closely) as they hovered above fire This season has drawn them down to perish (into nothing) The crown is growing, inhale the smog The blaze reminds me of my trail to walk alone I wear the antlers of the Grim The sun deceived me I felt the tremor inside A sudden shift, a new approach No reason to hold on, I detach my wings and fall Counting off my failures to find the measures of crucial weight We live to surrender We crawl to perish in dust We dwell in doubt among fools We starve in seclusion I wear the antlers of the Grim The sun deceived me Loss
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 24, 2026
You are a lighthouse towards a minefield Where I find comfort in broken glass Neither a blessing or a curse Lingering spirit of my shell, you're home I can not see you, but you complete me I combine with nothing to become all I embrace thee, my specter of failure My failure
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 24, 2026
We are all lost In the sea of failure Endlessly searching For the shores Running away From the vultures Driven by hope To maybe one day Die with memories Not with dreams
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 24, 2026