Silence, Forever; Endless

[Narrator:] ...and so this opus scorned attracts cognition The cast of faceless patrons Whose stories as yet remain untold Manifest Curtains decrepit, set, stage and scene attended Demure as starlight stalks Through cracks in an ageless vanity Enter disposition!

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 25, 2025

[Presenter:] Bid welcome all, my treasured guests To that which I present Six chapters through, two volumes deep Upon which to obsess Six tales of darkness, rage and fear Six horrors of the mind An unforgiving madness awaits Ambivalence, the trusting and the blind Allow me to introduce a collection of borrowed souls And the stray arcane From darkest past and yet to pass Both villain and protagonist are one and the same Bid venture, join this company Descend on chaos fair Through entry pass into descent And into darkest flair Our scene arrives at a time and place Undisclosed, undefined Amid winter's full-moon tapestry 'Cross moor and mist alike Through halls enshrined in history Walls burdened with wicked tales In which abuse, torment and dark secrets meet Softly to share their tears In shadowed corners Meet fair Naomi Skin as pale as the purest moonlight Filtered softly through curtains of fine lace Hair the colour of darkest Ebony Eyes the depth of human suffering Reflecting all...

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 25, 2025

[Naomi (Act I):] As ashes gently lain to rest Upon a quiet soil Unmoved by winds of turbulence Unbroken by the fall Such captivating beauty lies In that which holds its truth The unadulterated preservation of its youth Where angels fell from skies above From heights of gilded grace Towards an Earth of faded hopes And self-inflicted fates While blows a gale of discontent Here breathes a sigh of hope For that which holds its love of life In the face of such affliction Thrives alone I am the final Adeline The last of a lineage A child of loss and tragedy Orphaned through an horrific misfortune And witness to horrors and deeds transpired The likes of which would turn the boldest stride And bleed black the stronger heart Through corridors of madness Virgin soil strewn with the fractured shards Of a fragile youth's shattered mind I have wandered lost for such a time As for all hope to others fade My body bound to Mayday Hills Where treatment, ill and symptom collide Distinction often compromised In a desperate, dire gnosis (To which you shall bear witness)

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 25, 2025

[Doctor:] Naomi, a child of God's good grace A testament to patient faith This fragile orphan life exposed To patricide and violent overthrow Such is the modern world's incline That beauty and adversity are fated meet We are committed and we are bound By both virtue and oath Sworn to pursue a hope, elusive: Closure for a troubled soul And peace where only sadness has been known [Narrator:] As season wax and yearly wane So time was passed, our child she grew From timid youth, through timid years A silent rose in voiceless bloom No utterance, no word she spoke In spite of the gentlest confidence And when descended winter's snow Upon her thirteenth year So August's ghost Shed softly sheets of frost Turning tragically aside her vigilance Let it never be said That those darkest shades of horror rest Merely they wait with a tireless composure For an unchecked window Through which to visit their wicked wills Upon the pure One shadow such, a ghoul, a tempest fierce With a hateful mind and hollow soul Oppressed behind eyes of the coldest malevolence Would stalk the halls of Beechworth with impunity Twisted through choice; he rots from within Appearing to the waking world naught Save a shell to be fleshed And a beast to be unleashed So restraint will fail it seems In the presence of opportunity And never the twain shall meet Never the twain shall meet...

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 25, 2025

[Tall Man (Act II):] Through years of lucid trauma Through tears and sleepless nights have I screamed Bid terrors, leave this savant! Get out mine ears, away my sight! With every waking hour She calls to me with wanton grace How can I stay this horror And the truth of my affliction mirrored in her face? [Narrator:] In darkest witching hour His twisted form closed distance As he crept towards her dorm They watched, disfigured, shadows flickered Darkness clothed the moon Choked silent and left breathless of splendour As he descended at her bedside.. Awakened by a whisper rose above the storm without Two fisted, she resisted as he clasped one hand across her tiny mouth As fell the pall in silence So too the fragile veil In the courtyard outside A murder of ravens, relieving themselves of sight Chose their remaining days in darkness As if the shame would never leave them

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 25, 2025

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In my memories I can see the sky as it was when I was a child Gazing up above the fences of our yard It was endless, so beautiful and blue My world, the world I knew was so small Our humble home the universe There were no crowds, no town No thoughts of backing out I haven't been able to since then To just lie in the grass And let my thoughts run into those endless skies To lose all track of time And just live again.. Everything has changed now, and changed forever I can't see the vibrant colours as they used to be Or hear the wind rustling through the trees It's all lost it's flavour All hope has slowly been replaced by fear Fear of destitution, fear of rejection and of failure Fear of losing it all I sometimes feel that the only reason for perseverance Is in the hope of feeling once more like we did when we were children Of feeling the security of our family, and of our childhood And the belief that things really would get better I chanced to walk past that old house the other day I am still there, somehow, lying in the grass Looking up and watching the clouds pass by The child is still there, in that calm world Forever innocent, forever hopeful His Mother and Father will always be there to love him I thought to myself as I passed; That I have made so many mistakes in my life I have drifted so far from the path That I can no longer find my way back through the darkness That I have failed this child so utterly, so completely Just as the reality of the world has failed him That I don't deserve to be here, in this place I stood then and looked at our house one last time Just long enough to allow what happiness remained in me To leave my body, and rejoin that child in his perfect world Of love and joy, and laughter Of warmth and peace, and beauty Before turning back toward the decaying highway And returning to the awful mess my life has become

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 25, 2025