The Direction of Last Things

the man with the eyes that are dead and the woman who knew what was next he speaks to the world, as he pays for his sins with a golden doubloon blink once for “I'm guilty” blink twice for “we know” the pieces fit together like so many arms and legs the lifeless, limbless body returns and all we can do is search for a head to scratch

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

we restart, refresh and then we shut down give up and find something better to do we do we care? what do we need? try as we might we simply are not entertained we sit and stare contempt for it all we stake umbrage at the transience of our machines show us how to live show us who we are our connection is lost we will never be the change we used to want to see our connection is lost we will never cross the lines that were drawn for us our connection is lost let’s try pulling the plug

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025

the corner of paradise a labyrinth of surprise and delight glimpses of what’s to come flash vividly through gaps in the wall doors lead to doors lead to doors on the brink of extinction on the verge of forever

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025

no sense in running away from the hollow gaze of your new and only friend your sins, your lies your dim disguise can never escape that grin and those eyes we shy away we want to stay the end has never been so close creeping behind us we can’t stop what we started pray time will change your ways find where to take this pain that’s eating you inside out try waiting for new light

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025

cries of outrage seem to go unanswered the sound of dying on the bridge the sound of pleading for dear life no justice for the loss the empty disavowals of the wicked as endless incarnations play out in tandem our fundamentals are gone how is it that the more we evolve the more we endlessly regress? “to protect and serve” and yet no one is safe after so many mistakes we haven’t learned a thing

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025

as the end of today leaves tomorrow behind we bury our heads in the sand we face our fears with a sigh you’d shoot an angel out of the sky to make sure it was real and what they said was wrong the time was too dark for our eyes to see

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025

cry alone, let go and fly home tears well up as i forget to remember the times that never last sight and sentiment do bring me back though there’s plenty more ahead but the past grows larger every day as the future slips away silent night, endless day, silent night…

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025