The Quicksand of Existing
With every step I take I test the ground before Since I know That each day Uncovers ways to suffocate myself I just might breathe my last Before I’ve sunken down My uncertain sight Could mask the ground before Hence, I know That each night Presents a chance to paralyze myself When poison clouds the past Before I’ve sunken down I know I’m called To sink below By siren song, singing: “Let your struggle go And fill your lungs Up to the brim Join in refrains Of our viscous hymn” As long as I’m alive The darker days will always multiply Ad nauseam, until I’ve sunken down And down Soon I’ll be enveloped by the ground Upon my presence here: Alight a quicksand shroud When I’m sunken down
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Nov 11, 2025
Feasting eyes on wreckage that surrounds me Makes me wonder if I ever learned to live I have such little recognition Of what I was when I could still see your face The many flaws, of my own admission; A void supreme, I can’t pull away This rite of passage It took all of these years, but now I finally know One question to ask of you Did part of me die while watching you go? In the soul, the frailty is seated Gnawing doubts that I ever learned to live Look upon the days since you’ve departed My grand accounting of errances made This ache, incessant once it started As I espouse a meditation on decay This rite of passage It took all of these years, but now I finally know One question to ask of you Did part of me die while watching you go? This rite of passage It took all of these years, but now I’m finally shown The cavity that grows within Vacant space that was left a lifetime ago Not fully alive Just a shadow to be Will I be revived? Or transfixed in between
Submitted by Pestilence — Nov 11, 2025
Dark clouds move closer At the edges of my mind Obscuring Consuming my perception of time So strange, the sensation I’ve come to know it well It comes with sinister negation To erase my identity Is this insanity? Will they come to take me? Who can I trust with tomorrow? I can barely trust myself These years, my lifetime Everything I am I can feel them slipping away Like sand through my fragile hands Oh god, how can you let this happen to me? Once strong Now I’m frail With a haze around my mind Is this insanity? Will they come to take me? Who can I trust with tomorrow? I’ve got no trust in myself Through time I’m trapped inside A prisoner, my memories lie Times have changed And so have I All these faces, I don’t recognize Is this insanity? Will they come to take me? Who can I trust with tomorrow? I no longer know myself
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Nov 11, 2025