Generation of the Void
A shell – but it's invisible Cocoon for nobody? Neglected, overlooked, overseen Presence – left unrecognized Eyes – unable to meet Silence and unease No one can see this wasted soul An empty hollow around Fragile and frail – glassware so bleak Just so easy to disregard and break without noise No one can sense this ghost – this doubtful mind A tender mantle around Fragile and frail – so pale – so uninvolved Just so easy to disregard and break And as a crack – runs across the glass And it spurts blood – the innermost unveils itself Red liquid juice – that's born from being ignored and pushed back There's so much more – beneath the sheath No one could see this wasted soul A tear opened up the view And as a crack – runs across the glass And it spurts blood – the innermost unveils itself Red liquid juice – that's born from being ignored and pushed back There's so much more – beneath Malevolence – towards the slighted The one, that was left unsighted Invisible shell – now the red unveils what's behind this mantle of glass Fragmented soul – shattered mind Is it too late to change what has been done? And as a crack – it runs across the glass And it spurts blood – the innermost unveils itself Red liquid juice – that's born from being ignored and pushed back There's so much more – beneath the sheath A shell – no more invisible Cocoon for somebody Neglected, overlooked, overseen Presence – too late to recognize Eyes – unable to meet Silence and unease
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jun 28, 2026
Eyes Missing every detail Heart Pounding hard and slow Ears Desperation screams Seconds As if they all were aeons All senses caught under viscous lava It's an obsidian life Amorphous Liquid mourning shrouds it all Pitch black Overwhelmed by grief Inertia Before the ultimate downfall Adrift A grieving soul waits for the night All senses caught In this cryptic stream Obsidian life A numb eruption inside Pain Absorbing all the shades Vigor Infinite era of blackness All senses caught under viscous lava It's an obsidian lifе Amorphous Liquid mourning shrouds it all Pitch black Overwhelmed by griеf Inertia Before the ultimate downfall Adrift A grieving soul waits for the night All senses caught In this cryptic stream Obsidian life A numb eruption inside All senses caught In this vortex of doubts A brittle tomb A lonely being inside
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jun 28, 2026
Steady, strong and permanent Impulse to move on A vision - straight A dignity A passion for each goal It got pounded, beaten, heated Abuse with intent Mistreated just To make it rust To see the passion die Someone tries to burn and melt it And all at once From inside out It starts to rust Spirit corrodes So vulnerable Unsightly From inside out Spirit corrodes Everything falls apart As he began to put himself last in line The decay of his fortitude These words with one cause To debilitatе And to disturb To make it oxidize Psyche dеterioration And all at once From inside out It starts to rust Spirit corrodes So vulnerable Unsightly From inside out Spirit corrodes He prepares to feel Nothing at all His soul so cavernous – each hole Too huge to overlook And all at once From inside out It starts to rust Spirit corrodes So vulnerable Unsightly From inside out Spirit corrodes Everything crumbles to dust As he lost his worried mind to agony
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jun 28, 2026
A cell full of life A prison cell with its limits Every hour, every move Already primed, already molded Cursed to live each day like the one before Grey out the white Blacken the grey Try to find the shades or the differences Just hands without gift or task A generation of the void These idle hands in idle times Just words without life or soul A generation of the void Into hollow emptiness Imitation of choice The die is cast – the verdict is spoken Grey out the white Blacken the grey Try to find the shades or the differences A never-ending void – a generation inside Doomed to live this life Just hands without gift or task A generation of the void These idle hands in idle times Just words without life or soul A generation of the void Into hollow emptiness Just hands without gift or task A generation of the void These idle hands in idle times Just words without life or soul A generation of the void Into hollow emptiness Just words without life or soul A generation of the void Into hollow emptiness
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jun 28, 2026
So worried about fear Blackout curtain – opaque veil So afraid of fear There was no omen or a sign For this loss of all control She was not prepared The world around her just collapsed With no reasonable grounds Everything seems gone This explosion of her world While she was too blind to see How can this bat find a way to echolocate Creature of the night A phobia by her side So full of dread and fright Fears she cannot hide No echo from the past Like thousand stars, they burst So worried about fear Blackout curtain – opaque veil So afraid of fear In thе absence of it all Not a thing revеrberates It entirely fades No world around her anymore She is caught in this dead space Everything seems gone Creature of the night A phobia by her side So full of dread and fright Fears she cannot hide No echo from the past Like thousand stars, they burst Search Search – stranded one Search Search – stranded one Randomly sending signals: "To whom it may concern Is there a way... ...back to the light ...out of this emptiness ...to illuminate the dark" Drifting aimlessly through endless nothingness Every attempt to communicate – pointless Trepidation and disorientation merge into one Creature of the night A phobia by her side So full of dread and fright Fears she cannot hide No echo from the past Like thousand stars, they burst
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jun 28, 2026
Silence so unknown to me Serenity, rest and peace No rush and no pressure No burden or strain Surrounded by silence No sun and no rain No rush and no pressure No goal and no aim Allure of the silence No sun and no rain Even the soft sound of breathing in and out is stilled at all No light touches my eyes While no tone reaches my ears Silence so unknown to me Serenity, rest and peace Is this the end of all tormеnt That I went through before this calm? Evеn the soft sound of breathing in and out is stilled at all No light touches my eyes While no tone reaches my ears In this pleasant numbness Only one ray in all this nothingness Tells me to leave my state of lethargy Only one ray in all this blackness Tells me to leave my state of suspense It's calling without speaking a single word Just for me Not a single sound It reaches out to me without having hands Just to me Finally, I'm coming home Coming home No rush and no pressure No burden or strain Surrounded by silence No sun and no rain
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jun 28, 2026
Memory astray Vanished truth So many gaps, as I try to look back Splintered frame, vacant stare A limit for my view and role Blind angle, my black hole Lost forever Lost, out of reach Lost forever Lost, out of reach All these details All these fragments All these empty pages And cryptic writings Clouded frame All encounters All these pictures All these orphaned pages And blurry writings Clouded frame This darkened pane So blind A blank spot for my viеw and role Blind angle, my black hole Lost forеver Lost, out of reach Lost forever Lost, out of reach This forlorn pane Just like ebony so black Ground, I can’t regain No, I can’t recall It cannot be brought back This souvenir is dead All these details All these fragments All these empty pages And cryptic writings Clouded frame All encounters All these pictures All these orphaned pages And blurry writings Clouded frame This darkened pane So blind Lost forever Lost my dead hole
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jun 28, 2026
All the lights are dimmed As he feels forced to go Into this bleak chamber With just two seats They face each other Now, he shuts his eyes Repentance and dread A monologue in tears Unravelling the knot This truth causes anguish and pain But who can tie the ends And every single word Seems to reach the aura of a ghost Intimate, though vague and blurred The truth in all these words Confessions into the unknown Or is it self-delusion? Still his еyes are closed But thеy do not stand still Why this vacant seat? Questions onerous Without an answer yet There must be something more to this Perception and gloom Illusive dialogue A conflict in his head Increasing all anguish and pain This truth without deceit And every single word Seems to reach the aura of a ghost Intimate, though vague and blurred The truth in all these words Confessions into the unknown Or is it self-delusion? Does he confess alone? What is this spirit right in front of him? He shies away from opening his eyes This overwhelming repentance A confession in vain? Relief or strain? Who takes the shame? And every single word Seems to reach the aura of a ghost Intimate, though vague and blurred The truth in all these words Confessions into the unknown Or is it self-delusion? All the lights are dimmed As he's about to leave This deserted place With just two seats They face each other But no soul around – no one
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jun 28, 2026
These thoughts like a moon – far-out My freedom eclipsed Just don't know where do I belong? An idea that devours it all My freedom absorbed My awareness – who I really am Placed on this earth But I didn't decide to be here myself Who am Who am I Unable to find my role While I feel pushed from side to side Overlooked, when I needed attention Focused, when I wanted to just disappear Light and shades – so blurry When will we reach the ides of our life? We don't know the end But while the beginning's over in a heartbeat It's even harder to really start it off My mind was just too dark to see A horizon – unreachable A way out of this spiral called life – impossible – not part of the plan A blink of an eye, and I was briefly able to embrace When will we reach the ides of our life? We don't know the end But while the beginning's over in a heartbeat It's even harder to really start it off When will we reach the ides of our life? Will there be an epiphany A time, we will know, we're halfway through Or an impulse to really start it off?
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jun 28, 2026