Harbinger
Building layers upon layers Levels of guilt Decades of regression Eons of suffering Relax and feel sand wash over Constructing a giant Reaching for the sky A graceful and peaceful ending Sawdust and jagged edges The cold metal of a gun And reflections of why we are all wrong That same feeling day in and day out Failures inhuman and vile but timeless
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jun 16, 2026
Relentless ignorance Inhaling processed Advertised highs Driving with power That will not exist predetermined To ignorantly hate Fight superior force without superior brains Accelerating the increase of corporate success Accelerate highs Accelerate death Accelerate unconsciousness Accelerate persecution Accelerate highs Accelerate death Accelerate the fact that no one will ever make a point that they had a life
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jun 16, 2026
Fires of glory We all become our own fate Watching the skyline engulf itself With a blinding light Radiation disintegrates infrastructure We burned our own bridges A horror you would go insane trying to comprehend
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jun 16, 2026
Without a bright flash No one will die when they know it Ice will freeze before it is felt Transformation is slow Not a mask if offered Not a simple arm Children eat sodium nitrate The cement is broken and cold It is hilariously sad It will be an awful surprise When they have something they will lose everything
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jun 16, 2026
Humanity's futile resolve for permanence And the folly of God to infect man's will One is dealt the hand of creation And expected to subjugate truth Contaminating man's will Even the deepest rivers of Hell can not impede On our sad lemming trail towards unreality Descend into the inevitable Mushroom cloud when time stops And light and sound finalize at nothing
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jun 16, 2026
Figures cast shadows on a stairwell What kind of life would we live without the sort of abuse Sometimes you can only cope with so much A smell, a sound, scars on the arm A guilty look, lies, and failure Nothing can compete with the penultimate truth We are always filth It can be an attractive escape Hot blades of anguish A wish for peace
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jun 16, 2026
Where do we find solace at strange times at night With liars and empty bottles Thoughts numb and blur And volition to move is lost Lucidity serves no purpose And anxiety induces a comatose state Where could it end We can lose control Induce a panic state Clear thoughts cut through a fog of illness Dilated pupils and images of open arms
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jun 16, 2026
Acting dominance Stepping on a bug The hand of God crushing the spirit A storm coming into seaside Vomit conspires with innocence Memories fade and ebb I couldn't bear to ask for more than I already have The strength to wake up every day We can all look away from the wilting failure you hold in your hands Not everything in life can be controlled
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jun 16, 2026