Hollow

I wish I was a labyrinth consciously set on fire, never to be bored a second in my life Blessed to reach the land Self-cursed to sail a barely breathing wreckage through the sea of ruins and ash Blessed to find the settlement... ...with roofless, idle pillars and walls encrusted with veins, with desolated signposts leading To the very center of formlessness Like a corpse that breathes, a witness without eyes Running with scissors - rusty and sharp Through desolated arcades to kill our livid time, through halls of faceless monuments Casting no shadows in greyness of polar nights Like a corpse that breathes, a witness without eyes Running with scissors - rusty and sharp I wish I was the wind that blows around here, in the monumental halls painted verdigris I wish I was the blood of its deepest vasculars and expanding cracks of the collapsed domes I wish I was... In love with the void, involved in the fall Taking a step Forward In love with the void, veil cyan and cold Mesmerised parade goes Onwards In love with the void, involved in the fall Taking a step Forward In love with the void That grows within the soul Mesmerised parade goes Onwards

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Jun 22, 2026

(<em>Instrumental</em>)

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Jun 22, 2026

In the grey shrines district The possession is taking a place Cement shoes driving consciousness to the riverbed of spirits A forced visit in the white theater Filled with wax figures from the purgatory morgue And the steep cliffs in the derelict, remote outskirts of being And the gallows made of marble, And the library of intrusive thoughts Reading whispering chants to sleep for the horrible nightmares to come It is a morphine for the vigilante Like a cave once locked with a stone Like Bermuda Triangle of thorns for a lost, wayfaring soul Butchered by the night - a lump of flesh being just a sculpture Carved by its black, starry knives Robbed of all the light - a lump of flesh consisting of Shivers and gouged out eyes If there is fire at the hospice I'm resilient to see Sink deep Bones dissolve in the caustic ordeal If there is fire at the hospice I stay silent and dream breathe deep Skin dissolves in the linen of guilt A shroud on the eyelids A brickwall too thick How does it feel like Deathdreamer, asleep? A whispering cataract With a promise to keep Does it feel feverish Deathdreamer, asleep?

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Jun 22, 2026

Now I swim through the neons High on light, tied in wires Dressed in concrete, paint is scraping off, painters sleep I hear farewells through the phone calls Crying voltage, soundproof walls, breeding windows into chessboards Endless patterns In deadline air - Does workday die with dusk? Or just the future plans die with dawn? Heart failures, soul failures Calling an angelwinged ambulance Floor texture, blood pressure Drunk saviour There is no question if the ghosts exist – you are ghosts And so are we Heart failures, soul failures Calling an angelwinged ambulance Floor texture, blood pressure Drunk saviour Infusion of fire in dead veins The Earth is hollow And so are we.

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Jun 22, 2026

It is not a fire that falls off the sky These are not comets under the lid of the eye It is not a plague that causes the rash It is not contagious in the lazaret for one It is not a tragedy if no one else saw the blood It is not a disaster if it blasts underground It is not bad news if it's not news at all It is not an epitaph as the breath's not the word It is a shiny light of pleroma Cutting its rays off Banishing limbs From the body Into the exile As limbs hold themselves tight while falling Like it was a flesh of A disintegrating Petrified reptile ...and as the wild drum of the pulse hits its last notes, you are closer to the truth It is not the world that is dying, it is you

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Jun 22, 2026

Where have I gone? Jericho, Nostromo, Umeå, Moscow A-Bomb, cold soul Warsaw - Oslo

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Jun 22, 2026

There is a big tree near my house And every day about 5 AM dozens of crows come here And sit at that tree, which makes it look almost like a huge black smear I tend to wake up at around 5 AM, so I go watch them for a while, and return to bed after a few minutes And I often have a dream of this kind: In my dream, I wake up because of ravens that wait at that tree for me to come And they order me to look for the tzar of ravens because he wants to see me So I dress up and walk out to my street. I walk like this for some time, And suddenly, I see some huge, massive spotlight... Only it emits darkness instead of light I head towards it, and, suddenly, I'm in the woods And so I walk among the trees, and, all at once, I see the Tzar of Ravens He strolls right there, slowly, holding his hands on his back... He has a human-like body, slightly hunched and he wears a raven mask on his face. I know he wanted to see me but I am too scared to leave my cover thus I only stare at him walking away And so I stand there like an idiot not knowing what to do And after a moment I can hear some moaning I realize that I am surrounded by ghosts wailing of sorrow, I don't know, of pain? Children, maybe? So I run away from that place I run through the woods until I finally reach a huge beautiful glade in the middle of which stands a palace Yet, at the line between the forest and that glade, the same ravens that ordered me to look for the Tzar sit on the corpse of a man I want to go to the castle but they tell me that in order to enter I need to die first So I tell them it is not the time yet but they insist And I repeat over and over again "It is not the time yet... It is not the time..."

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Jun 22, 2026