Aion

Merciless they Flesh mould Intentions to form a prison For the conscious mind in a constant state of suffering A totem of agony For she who feasts eternal I observe the implements of my demise Blasphemous architect approaching with pride He begins, I start to writhe But it's foreplay, he's taking his sweet time I'm blind, it all goes bright white Snatched from the hand of God, I'm not allowed to die A taste of what never will be He then leaves me, tortured solitary I fear that I will suffer till the suns die out And the heavens burst open while I am forgotten Flesh mould Intentions to form a prsion For the conscious mind in a constant state of suffering A totem of agony For she who feasts And how the lambs cower before the wolves, the dogs cower before man Servants of torture cowering before monsters Hoping to never see what they fear Beyond the veil of Hell My architect returns Unequivocally tortured voices emerging from my larynx Temporarily disconnect Spirit from this body Introspect, they dissect Merciless repressionary chemicals used to now access A place beyond human suffering Torture is fundamental Eternal architecture Walls constructed by misery We rot in place

Submitted by Warbringer — Jul 04, 2026

Starless skies, ambition had died Now I'm home (I'm home) Reclaiming my throne I wipe the dust from the palmette Gaze lost in metallic luster Dried blood on my lips Smeared like the mouth of a clown I'd let myself down Feasting on the hands that fed Spat you out out of spite The taste that I always had craved for Changed over time into Something bitter and so stale A rotten fruit from my tree Decomposed into their palms Cacogeusia Conquering the allurе of comparison I stand in front of my kin Now this umbra consumed lost oneironaut Has been set free Rеmember us for staying the path Not tempted by the gleam of gold Our tempered path gave us diamonds First breath we reach for the stars Now we suffocate In the space between Earth and Heaven Praised as kings of the underground Sailing through the nothing Trying to find a path for those who come after But we are lost ourselves In the void, reaching out to precursors Rusted throne, the king was undead, he's all we've known A search for gold, besmirch integrity of our souls A rusted throne, the king was undead, he's all we've known A search for gold Chrysopoeia Lesson learn, the empirical reflection Disappointment fueled self-mockery And now we are comfortable with accepting Whatever will be Remember us for staying the path Not tempted by the gleam of gold Our tempered path gave us diamonds In the space between Heaven and Earth Praised as kings of the underground Sailing through the nothing Left behind Three journals of mental health Terror, lies and loss Kairos was the start of healing Now I embrace what's to come As we all find ourselves

Submitted by Warbringer — Jul 04, 2026

We're the forgotten ones We're the forgotten ones We watch as the numbers relay Which of us shall perish Mournful survivors, together they pray Live in the moment, the eldest will say But it's all a facade Alone, their bravery's had For they know they are the next ones to Not only be erased But ultimately be forgotten Everything that made them human, condensed to a paragraph of text Embellishments and lies to immortalise them all Praise be the lie Praise be the lie We're the forgotten ones Sorrow spreads her wings The sun shrouded by patagium Now upon the stone They cache their forsaken souls in reverie Blissful as Sorrow spreads her wings The truth shrouded by patagium Because upon the stone They sell their fantastic lies for eulogy Their forgotten Perhaps I am the same My life will be remembered By the tales I've left Chronicles of depression So I've made the choice to document all the things I love To immortalise this life that's been shared with my kin There's no more sad songs left Until I have gone We're the forgotten ones Were the forgotten

Submitted by Warbringer — Jul 04, 2026

I buried my axe In the forefront tree I saw the forest of rumination sway In cold defiance they are Bowing before the winds of change Enter to face my past hinderance caused by entrapping vines It gives me the chance to witness How some trees now canopy the light The fire of hate now guides me I reach out my hands and in the hue I see I am all eschar Complicates the situation knowing that I poisoned myself Like thе doctor said the differencе is the dosage This fire that kept me warm burnt me up The atrophic cicatrices lead to hypothesia To recollect These things that made me feel so alone When in truth I pushed you all away I am at fault Sudden light emergence from the canopy opening The fire is now useless In the distance I now see a glade There are versions of my past self I watch as their corpses dance in the moonlight They sing a song of how I buried my axe In the forefront tree I saw the forest of rumination sway (From the inside) My vision is clear I watch the leaves fall down They rot upon the soil Like memories Fading to ashes I thought I was reborn through hate but I was just transfigured into A lesser version of myself Now a warrior in gardens I thought I was reborn through hate but I was just transfigured into A lesser version of myself Not a gardener in the war I left my axe In the forefront tree I saw the forest of rumination sway (From the inside) My vision is clear I watch the leaves fall down They rot upon the soil Like memories Fading to ashes Fading to ashes Fading to ashes

Submitted by Warbringer — Jul 04, 2026