The Moribund People

The broken minds are for the mad They say And shun it like a dog astray I know nothing of such a lie And neither did he Blessed be the unmasked enemy Of the righteous content mass Some suffer to the point Where they grow numb Where they grow numb Others are so numb They deserve to suffer He wrote his life in blood Reaching for a star beyond Which I, the writer, do not know What was - is - or shall become Where he showed courage I saw shame As I mirrored him in the common eye Of the herd Little did I know That when the world turns its monstrous head Away It reveals such an incredibly lonely place Where all is too much, too little Too much, too much Some suffer to the point Where they grow numb Where they grow numb Others are so numb They deserve to suffer

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025

One is looking away Another has walked far astray The flock is gasping their laugh They seem to believe Their petty hearts are not black holes I see a penny's worth of heart To bathe them in The very same nightmare I drown To bleed the words That cut like razor blades And sing Show me the truly strong Who needs to mirror his strength In the broken The daily charade Of portioned out compassion Who dares to know himself in another To tie a gallows rope Of mockery and spite For the dawn To breath the air Of night, of rain Of solitude

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025

For all those who cried aloud But whose tears were never heard For questioning one almighty father Of a heavenly distanced world Beloved thee who submit The holy writings assured The golden cross stained with innocent blood But stand yet a thousand heavenward Burning naked but smiling Not full of fear but pride Knowing death alone could cleanse them Of the reasons for which they all die For all those who died For all those whose great beauty Stirred their tortures to rage And for all those whose great ugliness Did the same For all those who cried aloud in vain For mercy on the rack But whom of dying naked in scorn Not ashamed Burning naked but smiling Not full of fear but pride Knowing death alone could cleanse them Of the reasons for which they all died For all those who died Pleas for mercy signs of guilt Naked bodies broken on the wheel Tears sign the confession With crusted blood lips sealed Trial by water

Submitted by The Void — Nov 12, 2025