Oviri

The world falls apart into facts This eternal machine for producing, crushing, swallowing up A cemetery aimlessly revolving in space Rot repeating itself Where are those who were before us? Driven along aimless desert paths Abandoned to a wilderness of the unbearable Lost in the uselessness of pain See the emptiness within the ruins The sky teeming with worms Turn from the good back to the true Bereft of denial’s dissociation No return Wings spread at the falling of the dusk

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 25, 2025

The sabbath of the penal servitude of willing is only the spiritualization of cruelty The failed transmutation of the sorrow of being on this earth Mice eating gold The hatred of everything generates images of desolation Repulsion for all that is a seed Self-erasing world To be dead, a house must be still Let it all be deleted Let all this foundation of earth become desolate Wash clean the trick oracle of conscience Shatter the hateful mirrors that multiply and proclaim Cut off the splendor of the sun Cover the moon in night Roll up the scroll of heaven The days are ended The fixed time is passed Open the way, I will take the road

To see what lay behind the blind wall We light a fire each night in a different place Yarinareth, Yarinareth, Yarinareth The blind wall The imporous border The judge and ravisher, never sinking or setting Yarinareth, Yarinareth, Yarinareth The endless silence of surfaces All these broken codes Chains of chronology A game played by the coincidence that is the world Oblivion thrives on blood-ripe lives “So perish all who cross my walls”

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 25, 2025

Neurophenomenological cave A cell without doors or windows The silence of infinitely open spaces The abyss of human illusion Blind unorganism in darkness An island of pain in an ocean of indifference A worm crawling upon the cosmic carrion Confronting two mirrors A boundless black veil Swallowing all dimensions Pain and awareness neurologically fused Sever the living branch lest it puncture the void Destroy the present tense of memory

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 25, 2025

The norms that author the self render the self substitutable The lie we need in order to live dooms us to a life that is never really ours Every drive is beset by foreignness A game played by the coincidence that is the world Self-discovery, stale and complete, proves to be utterly futile The vagueness of the person in a mechanical world spinning into decay and death This silent struggle toward no end and no meaning Bitter distress endured in secret Foreboding which dries up all hope Doleful heart, living in darkness Wraithlike body on the point of death The sodden lumber of the body The heart’s void confronting time’s The abyss of myself An abyss in the very realizing

Submitted by The Void — Apr 25, 2025

The hours that assail all things Beneath a greater shadow’s wings The body that performs the I The body that curls in and dies Ouroboros-circled abyss Opposing mirrors of consciousness Dust is our food, clay is our meat Mise en abyme, mise en abyme Beyond the sickness of the soul Beyond the sickness of the will Beyond the sickness of the self Beyond the sickness of beyond Every second is a cage Every action is a cage Every reason is a cage Circulus vitiosus deus Oviri

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 25, 2025