The Second Philosophy

I wake up on broken glass My golden teeth shining Reptile through my fingers It is time to disguise the murderer. Siamese! Your secret face I am far away (from you) Fever licking my feverish smile A 360 degrees eye embraces me now, Best lover of myself, me The lover of the lowest being it’s me. Siamese! Your secret face I am far away (from you) Lost in my condition (freak) Words that never hold Turning to anger, your sympathy The mirror of the Siamese painted muse. Siamese! Your secret face I am far away (from you)

I can’t recognize, I can’t remember Who I was before the start I know it’s not a mystic trance Only a floating window, on a new black layer. I begin to forget the colour of my cries. My veins stayed on the way Tied to my old stars, dragging Were you the pain creator? I should erase the traces forever Should I kill my architect? But I’m only sure that…. You’ll never find this place I hide my limits in the no-room You’ll never walk this way My legs were serpents going nowhere. But I’m only sure that…. You’ll never find this place I hide my limits in the no-room You’ll never walk this way My legs were serpents going nowhere

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 25, 2025

Maybe all I thought Was no more than an ornament For a cracked front And the walls of my heaven Reflected your slanted wings Drawing chaos in the air. Everything is a part of nothing, Everything is a part of me. Maybe all I wanted Was no more than pretty lies To throw my stare to that star And the voices which tuck me in each night Laments of a dying Disguised as a lullaby. My way back here wasn’t lineal, Pieces of the past are chapping my hands The sun is fading to black Cause the hollow silhouette Already doesn’t want a shadow Already doesn’t want a name Already doesn’t want a saviour Already doesn’t want an escape. Everything is a part of nothing, Everything is a part of me.

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 25, 2025

Emptiness was such a lonely place So it led me to begin a long and hard course, To search what my heart was crying for. I wasn’t conscious, but you were there Awaiting me for long. I wasn’t conscious, but I walked all the wrong ways, In time I just turned the correct corner And you were there, not gone. Only your eyes were enough To hook me to the hardest And most beautiful drug, Sometimes in the flight We joined together , I feel fragile….. Only your eyes are enough To make my wings dust stronger, Only your eyes are enough To make my wings dust stronger, Only your eyes were enough To hook me to the hardest And most beautiful drug, Sometimes in the flight We joined together , I feel fragile….. Like a butterfly in a storm.

Submitted by The Void — Apr 25, 2025

Those solar explosions My refuge against your cries The twisted immersion Under a layer of fire. Come up to the trapeze with me Brush my perspective My arms stretched out Like branches into the pathetic truth. Sometimes I feel my teeth Falling down my smile, Sometimes I feel I’m losing my steps Through this empty desert. When I achieve to pull out The fishhooks from my eyes Bring me back my cycle And don’t show the tattooed wound. Stay...walk on my fingers Let out the sun under your tongue The perfect spiral Straight up ways again I don’t vow remembering....

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 25, 2025

You put all my destinies as domino pieces Falling slowly into a silent descent Playing quickly your hands seem so sterile Could you turn my blood into art? I doubt it so… Your hands are a perfect reflection of your soul. Decline all your words to white The back door is open for you all the time My back caressing your knife Could you turn my blood into art? I doubt it so… Your hands are a perfect reflection of your soul, These hurricane pieces fall surrounding you. The last theatre in the reticule. Is this my new oxygen? Is this what you have prepared for me? A dance of suicidal drops Could you turn my blood into art? I doubt it so… Your hands are a perfect reflection of your soul, These hurricane pieces fall surrounding you.

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 25, 2025

Did you know all truth? I only tried to walk over the frost But this time there was no mist Making up your eyes. Now I know your lips always blink In synchrony with the marionette Knitted lips to your chest Mimetic, “rising” different each step. Which word do you belong to? I always thought we looked at the same face Too many words on your back Now the airport is underground. Too many words on your back Now the airport is underground, Flashes from a dead past Now the airport is underground.

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 25, 2025

My mind bleeds poems like it never did And ink rivers cry over empty papers. Inspiration resurges from its ashes, Words spread like a devotional song In an ancient tongue, And this vertical union Separates a shared sweat. Why are you back? Our farewell was so sorrowful. Why are you back? I didn’t call you. Thanks for coming, I really Missed you. Thanks for coming, I never Said I love you. You bit the hand that fed your soul You were not happy You crushed such a sacred illusion You thought there was not enough. Now, like a snake, your skin Is in contact with the ground And you can see a phoenix Flying higher and higher.

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 25, 2025

Don’t worry about the miles You never drove Cause they’re there, outside, Waiting for your tyres. Don’t worry about the things You never said It doesn’t matter… They will listen. Today sunshine ain’t the same Its rays are described With an optimistic pen. Hope grows inside a wound, An accelerated culture rides Inside my veins, And the youth I left years ago Is resurrected in my mirror. Don't worry about the words You never wrote Cause they’ve never been forgotten And your mind never removed them Don’t worry about the things You never did They’ll be done And everything is gonna be okay.

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 25, 2025

Daylight is an eye Flapping lights to paralyze This crossed line reveals to you A swallowed truth I tried to break it all But the dune’s songs Flash me till I fall.

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 25, 2025