Wrecked in Ruins of Solitude

Behold the horizon!! - hewn apart. ...you: first apparition thereafter... The other: yours, the Nothing. Scourged in depth, now dare and see - mirror reflection gives an altered shape, skin merged in White, your blood congealed... And your Nothing crawls, at the end of your shivering voyage. Dragging down a clod of Flesh, or an offal & disgust of the shameful one?! In cold fog it disappears again. Lifeless, yet widen in unknown... You're so empty now, So damn lost with a joy of being Human! ...be gone now, let this final dream gives what you strived for, all the lifewater you swallow... I wonder how long will you deprive me from breathing...

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025

...through the cold breaths once called: the living! Abandoned the carnal shape of mortal - into light-path... Darkened by the shades, strong virtue (S.A.T.A.N.), majestic... Once... forsaken man - believed god, in own plague arise and fell. Where voice of yours echoes through the mist, a deaf listener awaits And he, behold, poorly tries your words to serve, as they never appear.. Glorifying, seeing you as highest, the trace without a reach Yet stabbed you cry, tragically remained...

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025