Seven Keys to the Discomfort of Being
For the sun and the moon The earth and the air I'm a speck of dust And I can’t be compared To the ageless skies The endless waves Smashing onto the rocks Laughing and cradling themselves Makes me shiver every time The dark gives comfort Safe and warm The light disturbs Makes my blood boil A rite of passage Commemoration Made to make things last We fantasized of violence We fell in lovе with guilt Having ourselves to fear Whilе preaching love and trust We teach them to kneel The revelation The look inside The destination No end in sight Undying light Seeming so pure Entering me So insecure So insecure So insecure Insufferable expectancy An eye-opening obsession Two worlds, above and below It will come out of nowhere while no one knows Burning all space and time Burning all space and time Burning all space and time No horses No half-rotten bones No rituals Letting us know That this is the end This is the end No horses No half-rotten bones
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 13, 2026
Pressing fingers against your skull Hearing the slow and cracking sound This torture, this madness Pulling hairs out Sharp and thin like strings The grief, the distress In the hands of a prophet They sing "the end is near" Softly caving in Crumbling in my hand What used to be a man Is overdue in debt A mass of molten flesh A carcass in decay A past in human form That has no right to rise And ever be reborn You've come to listen Unearth the truth A weary seeker Not knowing what to do Under the light That empties out your eyеs You looked for warmth The light is cold and bright Unwelcoming, unplеasant and hostile Your own existence is becoming your exile The pumping veins in rush Nails stretching bits of skin The slaughtering of self Arising from within And covering the eyes Protecting from the dark Only creates the visions Dancing So frightening And vague And silent
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 13, 2026
Slumber is taking hold My world is spinning, it's out of control No use in fighting this Walls of my consciences fall bit by bit Every single time Falling down in suspense Real and twisted All the same Elusive layers Being peeled away Falling down in suspense Dreams in which I try to save you Where I'm always late Stuck in sand, consumed by snow Haunted by Ghosts of the past Haunted by Ghosts of the past Lying next to a lifeless body of someone I used to know Young and beautiful remains of a tortured soul Waking up in cold sweat Too scared to even movе But weariness Pushes mе back to sleep Where the cycle starts Anew Ill at ease I know they wait for me Oozing into my lucid dreams And paralyze what's left of me Never grant me any peace This odd and secret world Has known me since my youth It welcomes me To torment me And set me free At dawn Because it knows that I'll return And if I won't it means I'm there Already
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 13, 2026
I've been hiding my pain For all of those years Under pressure I cracked And my house caved in I've been trying to race With the years passing by I am destined to fail Oh, I know we will all die Oh, I know we will all die So I planted those seeds of frustration And I watered them with my tears As I walk through the garden of Eden There is nothing to see And I begged for a savior but the water stood still I've been crying out loud in the dark But no one came near As I plant all those seeds of frustration I will water them with my tеars For years And years And years
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 13, 2026
Desert In the endless night Cold as I walk Burns when I fall to the ground No time to rest To reach an ephemeral goal Crossing the vast plane Of infinite woe Searching for a source While turning insane Every desert has a well Drawing strangers to itself With a promise to relieve The thirst of the human race Voices start To deafen me At the door I stumble Going down the catacombs Torches light up on thе walls Echo of my throbbing heart Makes the lights pulsе in the dark Footsteps syncing with the pulse And it's getting hard to breathe Standing at the deepest well Decomposing hell within Realizing I've descended deep within Myself Burning down, reborn each day Sentenced to a slow decay In pursuit Of nothingness Within An emptiness Lights go out I'm doomed to stay Mourning the life Awaiting the end Counting the hours Going insane Guarding the secrets Of the well
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 13, 2026
So tempting So inviting So poisonous So unique So damaging Still so desired So tempting And inviting Poisonous Yet still unique So damaging Still so desired As if I ever Knew any better Agitating me Magnetizing me Overdosing on Your proximity Paralyzing me Patronizing me Creeping through the cracks Of what's left of me Shedding weathered skin Rotting deep within Attraction bound Hands and feet That twist and turn And often bleed Carry me through thorns and mud Towards revolting bliss A promised land where suffering Is all the force that keeps you in The pleasure knowing you're a thing Keeping it all in Carry me through thorns and mud Towards revolting bliss Escape attempted, unaware I'll crawl back in there, let me in Illusions keep me fed and warm As I proceed to cave in
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 13, 2026
Whitest of lights Deafening silence What if it ends Before I get there? The great release The last and final gift No aftertaste, no present state Intangible and eerie Snow coated mountain tops A breath that leaves the mouth A side view figure wearing white And no sensations after A scolding hot tear down the cheek The salty taste, familiar A word that's inexpressible For someone dear Fading, unrecognizable Suspended in nothingness And I give in to Deeply nauseating fear Of spanless open space Realization of your own mortality Fighting with ego Once walked Once breathed Once saw, believed Once thought Once craved Imagine catastrophes Envision bodies Await, believe and harbor Thoughts disembodied And all the frowning faces Of those who mourn their loss Once made mistakes Now empty space Almost surreal Practically numb As if I force myself To grieve for things That haven't happened As if I force Myself To grieve for things that haven't happened Following the footsteps Etched in the gleaming snow All the pine trees and the icebergs No one of us could see before The peace and quiet, long awaited Might seem too much to bear Consuming wounds, preparing space The bodies bruised are laid to rest And sleep in silence Undisturbed and quiet
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 13, 2026