Atoned in Metamorphosis
Unfit to move, naked and cold The wind might blow, the rain might pour You added stones and metal bones I trust your hands to make me whole Unfit to move, naked and cold The wind might blow, the rain might pour You added stones and metal bones I trust your hands to make me whole Unfit to move, naked and cold The wind might blow, the rain might pour You added stones and metal bones I trust your hands to make me whole Unfit to move, naked and cold The wind might blow, the rain might pour You added stones and metal bones I trust your hands to make mе whole Unfit to move, naked and cold Thе wind might blow, the rain might pour You added stones and metal bones I trust your hands to make me whole Unfit to move, naked and cold The wind might blow, the rain might pour You added stones and metal bones I trust your hands to make me whole Unfit to move, naked and cold The wind might blow, the rain might pour You added stones and metal bones I trust your hands to make me whole Unfit to move, naked and cold The wind might blow, the rain might pour You added stones and metal bones I trust your hands to make me whole Unfit to move, naked and cold The wind might blow, the rain might pour You added stones and metal bones I trust your hands to make me whole Unfit to move, naked and cold The wind might blow, the rain might pour You added stones and metal bones I trust your hands to make me
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 13, 2026
Every new moon I see I want to follow The scent of the grass intrigues me And I feel alive I feel alive I'm so underfed and all my ambitions turn me on Anything on my way, I'm ready to swallow This cold light shines on me This cold light shines on me I follow the moon Until it becomes full I return all the way home empty-handed like every time I return all the way home empty-handed like every time Like every other time The faces and gods Are no more than divine As I chase its narrowing face I wish I could taste the moon dust on my lips And forget that the distance is growing And I'm not in a mile of breath As I chase its narrowing face I wish I could taste the moon dust on my lips And forget that the distance is growing I return all the way home empty-handed I return all the way home empty-handed
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 13, 2026
Torn apart, make deeper wounds Don't seem to heal and start to heal Healing all my scraps and rags Right into my hopelessness Demanding more while I dig in to satisfy That peeling cycle never ends I give a chance to all the doubts I can't apply the breath that starts with the illness Of my unkindness once suffered It aches, exfoliates It aches, exfoliates Self-inflicted wounds, they feel most real Leave this mind and marks won't disappear Torn apart with deeper wounds Nothing to heal, nothing to lose That peeling cyclе never ends
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 13, 2026
You stiffen more, becoming fragile Time keeps whispering, "Be quick before you lose your chance" The tinted mirror of your face My eyes are drying out Each time I touch your face Sand pours down my hands Your eyes fill up with salt and life's regrets One day we'll both get tired Of turning over the hourglass Of empty cupboards with spider webs and dust Sands of time seeping through the glass Following the grim that fingers I don't mind shaking hands I'm losing time again, again Each time I comb your hair Stressful semi even console me "They will grow back" We both know that they won't Your parchment paper hands resemble moon lakes Dry and cold These cracks I see myself in will soon take over Will soon take over One day we'll both get tired Of turning over the hourglass Of emptying cupboards with spider webs and dust One day we'll both get tired Of turning over the hourglass One day we'll both get tired I'm losing time again, again
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 13, 2026