Verstiegenheit
An insistent sadness in the texture of things Dusk, silence, iron chill Loneliness in the bones The sharpness of lengthening shadows The grotesque transition from day to night The fear and dread of you All the beasts of the earth And all the birds of the air Every creature that moves along the ground All the fish of the sea They are given into your hands Reasons are echoes, Make no difference
Submitted by The Void — Apr 25, 2025
Alone on the riverbank The water cool and clean and swift Black waters and rapid current A tenuous communion I cannot name I have to believe that pain is the teacher Unable to envision even the barest physical certainties of the death of myself or those close to me Living with constant pain Sharp and thin like a needle The haze of the forest in early November An echo from the ageless hills The quiet country of the past where weeping is hushed and marches are ended An apparition in the woodlands at dusk Touching in thin rooms at dawn's low light Imprisoned in the subjectivity of my memory What else can there be? Drunkenness and some vague lonely nostalgia for something dead long before my birth I have to believe that pain is the teacher
Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 25, 2025
The pathless woods The lonely shore The roar of the deep sea The occulted screeching of owls in winter The roaring of lions The howling of wolves The hopelessness at the heart of lust The light that hangs above the fields The church not made with hands Lost portions of eternity Too great for the eye of man or his moribund gods All gone in a flash The fear and dread of you Look at it Look it straight in the face Look at it and without doing anything, suffer inexpressibly Suddenly life has no meaning
Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 25, 2025
This track is instrumental.
Enemy battleships lost in the fog Firing blindly into the endless deep The clouds are burning Another great disappointment The infantile longing for death unveiled Consciousness is nature's nightmare History is our own And from it we awaken one last time Rotten grain spilling from our bodies Dying without even once having loved something more than ourselves The inalienable right of a billion eternally-newborn kings The suicidal pleasure of the human alone Stranded in the solipsist's temple Ours is the heritage of free men Free of all power and meaning Free of everything at last
Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 25, 2025
A darkness on the edge of town A flame burning through the forest Wandering beyond limits Clambering out on the precipice We cannot return What we have lost we cannot regain It cannot be made right again And so we are Wandering the world of ash Waiting for the end of the end Dust is our food Clay is our meat Like water hurled from crag To crag, down into endless uncertainty, I now give you everything
Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 25, 2025
This track is instrumental.