Epitaph

Lost in the void They came to watch our burial Engraved upon a plastic plaque Our names they etched with aerials Our shame left on the epitaph They came in chariots To come and carry us They came to save ourselves From we’ve done They sent the messengers To come deliver us They came to save ourselves From what we have become Lost in the void We spread like a cancer And it’s far too late for answers Our crimes were inexcusable Upon our graves, they’d stand and laugh Amazed with how we threw it all away Epitaph They came in chariots To come and carry us They came to save ourselves From we’ve done They sent the messengers To come deliver us They came to contemplate our ways There’s no escape And all the winds of change Won’t save us Death won’t save us Death won’t save our souls

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025

See you when you hit the bottom. You think a mother’s ever been so proud? A falling wretch, they clipped your wings. Heaven sent, from the burning clouds. You know my face. Remember me, When everybody has forgotten you. Once all your friends Have left, you’ll see that it gets lonely at the bottom too. Sinking deeper yet, pull me from the depths. Please hold me close, never let go. We’re going down. Do you really want to hurt me now? But if I’m going stay, Would you notice? We’re falling out of place, We’re so hopeless. You know my face Remember me, When everybody has forgotten you. Once all your friends Have left you’ll see That it gets lonely at the bottom too. Cry yourself to death upon your bed of broken crowns once placed upon you. Find yourself, or run and hide beneath your self-made hell. But if I were to stay, Would you notice? We’re falling out of place. We’re so hopeless. We gave in We gave out We gave up everything we had. It’s all about to break. Do you really want to hurt me now? Do you realise that you hate yourself? Can’t be you, it’s everybody else. Abandon the ghost of me. But I don’t want to stay. See you when you hit the bottom. You know my face Remember me The ghost of me becomes a part of you.

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Nov 10, 2025

They're long winters in the city of spirals Toxic cycle, toxic cycle With neon hinterlands, you cynically eye-roll Toxic cycle, suicidal But there's a weight upon your chest Deserted homes, but you know Turn yourself 'round or you'll be lost in death Usurpers, drones, but you know Turn yourself 'round or you'll be just like them So you can be someone they can't So you can face yourself, face the world Even through it all This city's back to haunt you This city's out to get you Face yourself, face this curse Doomswitch They're all fictional, incipient idols Unwanted prayers, forgotten beds They're long winters in the city of spirals Accursed, hexed, despondent, dead Cursed, your words You're cursed Deserted homes, but you know Turn yourself 'round or you'll be lost in death Usurpers, drones, but you know Turn yourself 'round or you'll be just like So you can face yourself, face the world Even through it all This city's back to haunt you This city's out to get you Face yourself, face this curse Doomswitch Deserted This city's back to haunt you Usurper Buried down into your core You know this story, you know how it ends But you don't know the world around you sees you just like them Just like them

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Nov 10, 2025