The Withering

Darkness, cold and ether, all around, there’s nothing else inside of this sphere. Scars and pieces, part of a dark game. My home is dredged, floating away. It needs to eat; it needs to be fed, it devastates it all. No light and no time scape from this fixed fate. Approaching to the unknown, there is nothing. There is no one to say goodbye to….no one. Fragments of time, owner of black shield. Bright dwarf star, travelling its way. It needs to eat; it needs to be fed, it devastates it all. No light and no time scape from this fixed fate. Pieces of broken worlds, graviting all around. Yells of ancient times, peeking from the black. I cannot see, I cannot feel, I cannot hear, I cannot run. Switch on the light to guide my path...to guide my path… Remnants of eons… I’m inside and now I admire all the show. There is a vast cosmos inside this massive blown. My new life starts where my old one ends. I will be reborn inside the greatest star of death…a runaway.

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025

Grey sky and lead clouds, dirty rain with sick drops. Wrecked valleys to the core, razed fields of wilderness soil. Breathing is futile. Disease dyes the ground of red and black. Big pipes drop smoke in black, flying high to the sky. Sunrays have a silver fence of dark clouds full of sad cries. The withering started…No step back. The suffering lies in lungs. Ashes of cremated mixed with air and seas. The venom spread everywhere and the last days finally arrived. Poisoned springs and seas. Hopelessness fate. We inhale the dark. We are now the bait. Breathing is futile. Disease dyes the ground of red and black. Asthma and asphyxia obtained the godsends; Retrieved the crown of darkness, inherited the throne with dahlias.

Dancing around in a chess game, eons of distance aflame. Getting closer and closer, feeling attraction and break their chains. Common heart of the loop, our planet and its moons. Cosmic gap narrowed. Gravity acts infatuating the wreckers. On a magic cosmic kiss of destruction, they dance their waltz, they spin around trying them to collide, alluring rocks, sweethearts, lovers, beloved escorts….The dance of moons. On a magic cosmic kiss of destruction, they dance their waltz, they spin around trying them to collide, alluring rocks, sweethearts, lovers, beloved escorts. An end call for us all. A miracle and a spectacle. Dancing around in a chess game, eons of distance aflame. Getting closer and closer, feeling attraction and break their chains. Common heart of the loop, our planet and its moons. Cosmic gap narrowed. Gravity acts infatuating the wreckers.

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025

The virus came embracing death, kissing (the) lips of drought, A pandemic dawn full of tombs, spreading misery out. Packed in breaths and in drops, affecting all rich and poor, Revealing the true wildness we had hidden before. Bleeding tears and crying blood, We look above through the clouds. As the grazing lambs, we implore, Disseminating this plague all around. Dawn of misery... We saw our lands ignite to purify this world until the ashes masked sunlight, pouring dust from every place. Forsaken and hidden, starving to death trying to harvest something already barren. We tied future down with illness wire. We betrayed our creeds setting them in fire. We burnt the past down with fear and hate. We neglected old saints by becoming apostates.

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025

Scars on a face made of soil and rock. Emphasizing the distress of a lacerated heart. A fault that never heals will always bleed. Its tears can’t fill the streaks, deeper and forward, land of bleak. Strain deep lines marked as veins on a portrait that bleeds with dark lava cries. Come and see…. Try to heal me. Come and think… How to save me. The time to die arrived. Moving along never healed old wound, remain of a kingdom with a sick crown. New grind line follow archaic one. Rind covered by engraved roots. Open their lips full of cries. Swallows bodies as it shouts. The time to die arrived. Blisters on a body made of water and clay, highlighting the pain of a wounded heart.

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025

Flood… Cities faded away drowning into turmoil. Tongues of tides licked the coasts, soaked the soil. Countries disappeared, mountains submerged. On the dawn of the cure, parasites will be purged. Flood… Animas flying high howling without sound. Strokes of anger hit the shores, drenching the ground. Outlands are now closer, chasms are raised. The sunset has arrived, leeches will be deleted. World is drowning Drinking water as wine. We heated the globe until artic died out, ice melted and rivers overflowed. Oceans and seas beat lower plains. Watery world swallowed the dry one. Beseeching creeds to nothing else except void faith Afraid of our last days on this Earth, wandering like wraiths… Like wraiths….

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025

The sun of ebony dulls for the lifeless and frozen orb we used to live in. Take a look to the sky, where’s our brilliant star?. Light vanished away; it’s cold out there... Cold…. A long winter arrived to stay with us. Cold gale of death. Full day and night, no change at all. Seems like a dark blindfold. The sun of ebony reigns in the void and no light is given for our ghosts. Killing with bare hands as divine offerings. There are other like me doing these kind of rites…. Cold... All lush life is now lost. Our bright fate has gone. The reaper knocked on our doors. Looking for a spot to shore. A long winter arrived to stay with us. Cold gale of death. Full day and night, no change at all. Seems like a dark blindfold. Take a look to the sky, where’s our brilliant star? Light vanished away; it’s cold out there... Cold….

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025

The smarter we are, the greedier we become. Spreading our seeds while this world bleeds. Maybe we never were planned to be more than specks of dust floating around. Maybe we never were supposed to leave the oceans from where we were born. Anoxia and impacts, mass events of departure. A plague infecting the Earth with our sick laments. Maybe we never were planned to be more than specks of dust floating around. Maybe we never were supposed to leave the oceans from where we were born. We can’t pray to our deity, It won’t come to save us now. End is so near, so repent you sinner. Black will come… cry out and do it loud. Nothing. Nothing but pain remaining for us in this life. Nothing. Nothing but death will be there waiting for us. Nothing....

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025

Ancient bitter truth, a prophecy untold. Summit of fate, morning star blindfolded. In the very deep of you, there’s no fear to the doom, Only hope that lasting words don’t fade out as smoke. Time has come where you can’t hide, pray your psalms, here are the tides. A large row of barren hearts will walk along with reversal. The field decayed to the floor and the only exit: chaos door. From the mantle to the core, a new beginning to explore…a dead end. Time has come where you can’t hide, pray your psalms, here are the tides. A large row of barren hearts will walk along with reversal. We are standing and waiting...for edging pain. I can see no future...just the void to come. Pray and atone...Atone for us all... Time has come where you can’t hide, pray your psalms, here are the tides. A large row of barren hearts will walk along with reversal. Prelude to the final dawn, the safer place is no one. Grab your sins. It’s the time to atone for them all. Atone….

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025

Even purest light cast out shadows, stationary…and dyed like crows. We couldn’t foresee our own end. Wasted time we spent on life we lived. Within nature’s heart, who stood alive?. No one, just us, only us… the dead…the dead. With new skin in green...and brown roots. Dull void hopes. Life is now martyrdom. Whistling of air and roaring of waves, leaving the noise behind our backs. Silent heartbeats revealing scars, traces of wounds from the past. Shadows of time buried alive in their unmaterial tombs. There’re only ashes and ghouls in the wind and they scream as a crowd: we’re free We couldn’t foresee our own end. Wasted time we spent on life we lived.

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025