The Scars of Man on the Once Nameless Wilderness, Part 2

The final snow has fallen The north wind fell silent Rushing waters awaken Yet the woods are stood Wandering ghost In the valleys On the verge speckled hills And the north awakens from winter's chill How many more glorious winters will we survive? There may only be a few Perhaps we'll never know But the answer will haunt us So ask the moss beneath the snow Perhaps we'll never know But the answer will haunt us So ask the moss beneath the snow

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Nov 16, 2025

Well he come from far off, over behind the hills, and he was raised on the silent stars, and the sound of the whip-poor-will. Now he's drifting slowly, in search of hope and wealth. Trading in poverty and scenery, for money and hell. He's just a young man, still in his prime. Now a faceless cog, in some old factory line. He's got a fuller wallet, and he's far from home, and the evening whiskey, and he'll drink alone. And the years pass by, as they often do, and autumn's greys, and winter's blues. His memories fade, and the pastel hues. The mountains, and hollers, that his childhood knew He died cold one night, in a cinder-block room. Some say that his heart just quit. Beneath the concrete and steel, and the city lights, and before the first frost. But I knew that wasn't it. The sigh upon his last breath, those twilight moments of existence. He died from a broken heart, from no mountains in the distance. It's true it was the vile hum of grinding gears, and the oppressive weight of concrete and steel, that wore down his soul until it was flat, and then they crushed his heart through a broken back, and they buried him there in a stranger's grave, with his proud mountains so far away. The factory's closed and the building's burned, and they left all his things out on the curb. And sometimes you'll see him on a darkened road, his lonely ghost, wandering home.

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Nov 16, 2025

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Foot left the road By the temperance river Superior ringing dreams She passed through valleys Upon scalloped hills Now thick as the aspen woods Winter was short Abnormally dry Snowfall had been so slight The sun had set Yet the journey she made Under the Northern Lights But the cabin wasn’t far For a drunkard So she followed the guide of the stars The thaw had been early But not a stitch of green And the fear grew in her heart She stumbled through the spruce Turned a blind corner Just shy of a cabin up the way There it stood Like a tall dark shadow Bringer of her last day Morning came; They scoured the woods But there was neither sight nor sound And to this day There are no remains A wallet is all they found But if you listen Between the waves There echoes her last breath drawn Under the northern lights By the temperance river She rides that beast into the dawn

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Feb 13, 2026

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So you're gonna fix our problems By lining your friends' pockets For new jobs and a stronger economy Bring back American jobs From distant foreign shores When for years you sent 'em off overseas Adopt the conservative agenda And attack your criticisms With rhetoric as blunt as it can be Issue license to anyone For acting like an asshole Credence to every bigot in this country Your arguments are flimsy Your logic paper thin Exactly like your skin seems to be Closing off the borders Rapid fire executive orders Implement your immigration policy It's time to take responsibility Instead of passing blame For the heritage of shit that we pass on Take a deep look in the mirror Stop trying to make fine art From the lines in the sand that we've drawn Or to make things crystal clear I certainly don't blame you And I don't give a damn who lives in that house You are just a symptom of an inherited disease You can't always blame the itch on the louse

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Nov 16, 2025

So proud and tall, but endure the days Back at you as they see And at times, you grant my request Just before the rain Ambivalent, spiked, of stone And as the darkness falls You're all dressed in distant scars And I will sleep in your arms Distant hills lay silent How in these autumn days You're clothed in rain clouds, For weeks And I'll grow to resent you Just as the night falls, And I'm reminded That the cold wind would blow right through me If it weren't for you If it weren't for you That the cold wind would blow right through me If it weren't for you if it weren't for you And as the darkness falls You're all dressed in distant scars And I will sleep in your arms Distant hills lay silent

Submitted by Grave666 — Nov 16, 2025

The devil walked the woods this morning Drifting through the mist Pleased with his deeds He sighed a serpents hiss The barren grounds and snowless winters brought him a wry smile Decayed remains of long dead spruce were strewn about in piles He strode aside the oil-sheen dressed woodland lake shores The songless birds lay rotten Silent for ever more The level fields of decaying stumps He smiled at his work And when he'd gloated long enough He made a left hand-turn To head for home and rest his bones By fires gentle light And dream of wastelands putrescent Destroyed by his sight He cursed the evening loon calls that rose him from his sleep And the joyous side of autumn meek He could never seek He stumbled up the cobble stones to his cabin door When inside kicked off his boots all muddied on the floor Passed the mirror in the hall A familiar sight to see A face he'd known for oh so long And the reflection it was me

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Nov 16, 2025