The Tatterdemalion Express

1. ...El Otro (él) día pálido se encierra en mis manos rotas se desliza quejumbroso y desoja en un recuerdo (yo) anonadado en pausas de memoria y condenado a llantos sin dioses escucho los gemidos que desfallecen en la niebla (él) cabizbajo abre el cielo con viento enclenque y harapiento apaga una a una las estrellas sucias y despierta a los sueños para que vivan en silencio (yo) grito un grito enfermo un grito solo encerrado... en un constante ahora o nunca en un hoy día de hace tiempo (él) se acurruca en crepúsculos sin sueño y encerrado en aires asfixiados camina sin rumbo ...vive sin sorpresa y (yo) no puedo cambiar la monotonía de una tarde sin riesgo... de mil noches sin descanso de una vida sin fuego!

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Nov 17, 2025

2. To See Saturn Fall At the violet hour what should I resent? (as I) die on empty a feeling crept by my sullen, sterile face looks thee falling beneath the tumbling waves what shall I do... what shall I ever do? go south down to my words, my wounds would it still feed fire? this noise polluted amber stares into my gone hours, hours that mean years ...mean life are you the heartburned-bitter one? could you pour my wounds on to them? could you heal this exhausted well? a kaleidoscope of clean horizons the awful rain glommed into my fall what shall I do... what shall I ever do? no winter walk no search for... a nebular packing cloud a lost somewhere implored me "please... cease to exist" empty voices leaning feverless as I

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 25, 2025

3. Storm My vertical screams becomes a horizontal pain as I go towards the sun I go sober and drunk while I sit and play or I love and burn don't matter it's all same (why) can't I hear the Storm? if I can hear my soul... fall will I taste your air? I hope I can still play the harvest is waiting... fast I run but faster it comes... ...mi humilde cara inmovil ...como si yo no existiece...

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 25, 2025

4. Recklessness Lets pretend my face burning ...oh infinite just your hand could touch ...my meaningless life, would you save me? are you there? in that grey horizon... where the sun sets (so) peacefully where light drips down by my eyes... I'm drowning in my thoughts yet no one semm to care can you see me? I'm taking my black soul away... from this white world can you hear me? timeless sins will break me apart oh, but no one knows would you care? this is a the torment more that you can see infinite has taken me I'm on my knees and it gets to me even if I fly far even if I run fast Even if I swim deep it still gets me Even if my hearts stops Even if my tears remain ...undry it still haunts me nothing that I'll ever do nothing that I'll ever say will ever matter... just tell me, why?

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 25, 2025

5. Self Portrait No.1 (retrato) Algunas veces soy la laguna quieta algunas otras un crepusculo seco pero la mayoria soy desierto, deseo ...y tempestad

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 25, 2025

6. Be Welcome Oh Hideous Hell Choirs of light, they go shattering dreams like dark voices of sluggish breath ...between drifted mind-lapses the winged one longed for heavens crying tears of gods numb the senses with hummed tenderness voices, they are carcass voices, I'm begging fierce wounded sweat gathers between sonic blasts caidas libres de suelo sueños libres de cielo among beasts, no corpses I smile within fire screaming, blasting worlds 1000 stars were born dried out flowers raise on glimpses among those bleeding sounds eroded, nowhere paths are now slaves of wind screaming: ¡the world is no more! voices, they seem rain as I hide behind my eyes like shining senses turned in to demond they'll worship my fury turned in to rain they'll burn with my words! (poems are fire - V. Huidogro) Be Welcome Oh Hideous Hell

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 25, 2025

7. Onírica (Chuquicamata) Ángeles de arena sumidos entre la bruma despiertan secos, cegados ... yo despierto con ellos mi languida voz rezonga perezosa por sobre el viento siempre fuerte ...siempre a lo lejos... mar de aguas sonambulas, ausentes olas de silencio insomne era tarde, muy tarde para andar a lo lejos... suplicas de dioses recluidos sombras de aire asfixiado fue corto tal vez muy corto para mi a lo lejos... mi vida

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 25, 2025