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I drive through barren, rain kissed roads I am cloaked in a heavy pall of sorrow and regret With tear crusted eyes I gaze toward that dull skyline wishing you were my light, please be my respite I want your arms to be my soothing repose we could give each other solace, protected from the cold I long to be by your side Will I ever gaze into your eyes or will entropy kill this dream Digging through my skin, wading in apathy sleepless dreams unanswered, decaying what’s left of hope I call to you but I am left in deafening silence reaching for your warming skin consumed by your cruel indifference I will always look for you…

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025

... I am so… sorry

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025

Тень и плоть бытия пожирая В красоте отвратительных танцев Мы низвергнуты в самоотречение, В тошнотворную пыль декаданса Мы ошибка законов природы Парадокс ироничный вселенной Источая своё превосходство Обрекаем себя на забвение Никогда не найти здесь ответов Воля к жизни, истлев, умерла От костров, полыхавших надеждой На ветру остывает зола Погасив в себе чувства и мысли Мы уходим в леса пустоты Бросив в пламя все ценности жизни В одиночестве топим мечты Не познать за века нам покоя Мы потеряны, сбиты с пути В похороненных душах, засыпанных пеплом Хаос вечности, мы здесь одни...

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025

I can feel the foul breath of loneliness creep through my lungs when the city dies at three in the morning. I want to sleep, to forget a place that is so cruel and tainted. Even dreams feel like long dull needles being driven into my head. But these pills won’t stop my numbing respite from fading. As I wake up, harsh and painful memories converge in my head all at once. My throat burns as I try to hold back tears, writhing in this grotesque agony. Sorrow has stained everything around me… my sheets… my clothes… it always seems to find me. I feel like I am phantoming through life, each moment a lifeless drug-hazed, dream-fugue. I want to go away, to be forgotten, but every last drop of hope has been drained from my eyes. I am lost in these silent, abandoned suburbs. Surrendering to monotony. I know that I can never get away…