…Breathing Is Irrelevant

And I And I lay numb Waiting for something worse to happen Sweet innocence It happened so suddenly She crossed my path On the way to nothingness I knew that I was encountering An angel of purity And in the process, I've quickly understood That I don't deserve her None of us humans do Beholding such a fatality leaves you empty with bitter grief Life seems to be tarnished and sour, raped in its very essence But sorrow is rapidly replaced by frustration, envy, and despair Dressed in white A child so alone So fragile and beautiful has dawn To hold her close was exhilarating in a most vicious way I felt so weak Yet empowered somehow One thing leading to another, I knew then That if I could not experience nor possess purity I would at least try to take it and choke the life out of it And I did Oh, why I don't know but I did Violently, I've pummelled her face with my bare fists until she became awfully deformed Bleeding and dying, all twisted up in terror I have forcefully replaced all the teeth in her mouth By razorsharp shards of glass Slowly inserting every piece Of glass in the little one's gum Why was I laughing? Why was I laughing? Why was I laughing? Why... was I laughing? Why? In complete disharmony with her screams I guess that is my art To inflict upon purity the only thing I can give And, unfortunately, it's not love I should've felt guilty, I know But it simply didn't occur

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Feb 23, 2026

It takes guts and a gun Just like Bud Dwyer little surprise A defect, a defect No one will ever see it coming Coming I'm indulging myself in a strategic advance Orchestrated by the enemy It dwells deep, yet grows strong, within I'm working against myself? Well, am I? Everything dreadful happening Imagine how I should feel When realizing that it was planned From a beginning that I don't even recall Recall From a beginning that I don't even recall From a beginning that I don't even recall You might call this a tragedy Seem more to me like Like simple standard habits Wishing to be finally saved Waiting for something/someone That would order me to follow A certain purpose With both convictions and devotions If you only knew how I am tired of your paintings Your bold landscapes suck And have ceased to amaze me a while ago Be a pal and let me add a little fantasy of mine Abstraction of scarlet red pure, so pure Drained away by violence Insanely driving to kill Are there any written rules to simplicity? I guess not, so how come you're judging? You won't the day that it will all end Drenched in vital fluids .357 As you are forced to witness The spontaneity of the events And I won't be a bother no more

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Feb 23, 2026

Shadows are finally freed to hover The wintry landscape, apart from their mated-masters They seem serene as they dance childishly As for my soul, it is floating over some greyish magenta Watching me losing conscience from a good distance Solaris is dimly shining And he's desperately trying To pierce the pale wall of mist Blurring his vision I cannot exactly describe this weariness In which I'm drowning Yes, it's possibly The darkest day that I've ever experienced Yet misery doesn't seem so heavy anymore It seems more or less constant and relentless Sorrow slips over me like rain usually does on soft skin Cold, cold as marble stone I'm overwhelmed By this sudden state of neutrality, of weightlessness I sense that I'm... I think I'm lost, I think I'm lost I am stronger than... I sense that I am no longer in my journey Around me they swirl silently Those little aerial beings Little angels of demise Whispering music to my ear, exquisite yet inaudible I cannot understand a thing of what they're saying Silence is the beauty that I behold Profound has an eternal slumber Blindly I follow For I am simply drugged by their livid smile I cannot stop, not now, so close to the unknown Frost is gradually spreading trough my veins and toward my darkened heart Crystallizing my blood after its passage Luring me far away From what I might have once called Home Those little spirits are slowly killing me, with Purity I know now that they want me to die, as much has anyone else And frankly, I don't really care anymore

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Feb 23, 2026

Gazing at a silver screen, I wonder not... What am I waiting for? Streaming? Wait, wait, loading binary instructions Drowned in surrounding CPU resolution Absorbed by this unique light of Datas Drone! In this machinery's lore, I'm constantly seeking some... Some pixel-rendered answers Powerful imagery and sweet numbers A.I Yeah man, you really are the master, masturbate on/off your pitiful little creation of yours... That's right outside you ain't shit, you porno-induced zombie! Shut my conscience! It never helped me anyway; it's a critical error What is it? A discreet anomalism... and I'm distracted, from this not so obvious purpose that I'm trying to reach (in vain) Disturbed, it's just a spot, lyin' on the table One of many, and maybe the only fragment of reality that I had in weeks (Can't tell, haven't count) I remember now; this substance must be injected by oral means

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Feb 23, 2026

Narrowing days seem to stop before my utopic interface But 5 seconds without it, ain't worth eternity Here's another story; Logical Function: it "keeps me awake" Awake? Caffeine, it must be a friend of mine This body has treacherous ways, it must be replaced I'm so tired, so very tired... is it day already? One of many, and maybe the only fragment of reality that I had in months This body has treacherous ways, it must be replaced I'm tired... (I never want to wake up) But sleeping seems out of the question Guess I must now hit the reset button And my comfortable world crumbles again Leaving me defenseless against the outside Shaken and afraid, I'm filled with remorse and disgust at the reflection provided by this dark mirror in front of me Staring back at me, laughing at me Wait, wait, for how long must I wait? Until it starts again... and I'm saved Windows to my freedom, my life My head hurts... aching a pleasant disease My head hurts... aching a pleasant disease! Brand new, my world is at last

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Feb 23, 2026

You're not important It's a concept Yeah, it's you! Who are investing way too much time Over the uselessness of the self The guinea pig Nothing but another stupid, loathful subject Say it, shoot it, tell them Say it, fuck it and Shoot them And it compels you The complete lack of goals and values Repeating without ever learning Futile attempts To upgrade your condition Lame as ever To leave the cushion comfort of your flat existence What a curious thought Isn't it? Under the gaze, of a lavish sky How can you not, feel humble? You're so pretty in pink I'll think I'll grab myself a cold one, and watch you explode Except I'm no Messiah, well, damn Come to think about it, I still own my point three fifty-seven Shout it, shoot it, human Think about it, you fuck and shoot them

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Feb 23, 2026

All around, back and forth The sickening smell of insignificance I'm used to it now, I must reek of it The densitiy of the air was tangible today It was way too heavy for me, I woke up an hour earlier I am eager to amaze myself for all the things that I could do But most definetly won't, during this loose hour Another day, predictably mundane Another scratch on the 7" EP that is my life That is my life It keeps on bouncing All around, back and forth My Columbian coffee Expensively tasted like sewer water today The "normal and subtle" sour taste couldn't be sweetened at all No matter how I sugared it How many times have I wondered if this taste Wasn't impregnated in my mouth? And once again and as always I'm having a delightful conversation With the refrigirator by my side, he's always complaining I'm used to his points of view now, his constant mumbling Drastically sarcastic, almost as bitter as my coffee He seems to have an opinion about everything, motherfucker An instant passed, then I remembered That I have an optic sense Ah, there it is, my 4th floor morning-view of a sunlit back alley Down there, an ant-like human is wandering Nervously looking around, back and forth And once the tension is gone, as he's sure that nobody's there Unzip his pants and ungraciously expose himself In order to piss his way throughout my alley I am almost as relieved as he is Once he's finished But for obvious different reasons Happily confined Thoroughly hollow and unfulfilled I think I'll go back to sleep

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Feb 23, 2026

Amy Sweet lewd Amy The way she moans, it's so Whether she's crying or complaining aloud And the way she's getting beaten It's arousing I cannot differ the sounds anymore They all seem like a relentless buzzing discomfort Fuck this treacherous Imagination of mine If you only knew the complexity of the scenarios Emerging from there It feels like a bad soap-opera Yet you cannot help yourself from watching the next episode She must be so beautiful; I guess that is why I hate her and her voice that much The mystery of her real self Is far more interesting than actually knowing Introspection Yes, I do fear its return It has forced me to review Most of the basics concerning Concern, cern, cern I hear them, again and again Throughout the night I don't remember The last time I slept And I'm not feeling well Here, alone with my thoughts Staring at a blank wall Battered and bruised Bleeding on the floor Worthless piece of meat I know she's crushed But I am useless Unable to save her And maybe I don't want to Oh, how I beg for complete silence

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Feb 23, 2026

As a flower, she bloomed Once her wrists were opened, opened, opened I remember Her scent Intoxicating My communication with her was clearly enhanced But hers was quickly fading Discontinued and frail Her eyes reflected a hopeless apprehension For a compassionate smile A misplaced melancholy Liquid-Azure She stared at me Like when we used to drink too much cocktails On Sunday's afternoon I remember her heart-breaking smile Now beautifully distorted Agony and orgasms combined, I swear Don't worry, girl, everything is going to be alright Can't wait till she sobers up and realizes what is truly happening She seems gently desperate, numb and on the verge of collapsing But that I cannot allow This is a test, and I couldn't get more sentimental I'm feeling her pulse, slowing down Foreshadowing a very long and quiet season Of dreamlike serenity I'll miss her so much I'll miss her so much I'll miss her So much Ether died as a martyr, unknown In a secluded asylum

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Feb 23, 2026