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Step one: Inject a lethal dose of survival into your veins Tell her a made-up story of a pregnant whale’s pain Step two: Make sure you’ve quietly killed everything she fell in love with in the first place Make sure you’ve silently chopped down every tree in the forest she used to be lost in And don’t forget about love It’s peaceful and it’s so harmlessly soothing But it can be quite rough and dirty if it thinks you are good looking And trust me baby we are lookin’ good So good Step three: Now you can just sit and let the tears do their job Now you can just sit and let her tears run Step four: The power of words should pale in comparison to the weight of events you pretend never occured So you can say the most horrible things with a gaze too blank to return Skip step five Skip step five Skip step five Oh Skip step five

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Feb 09, 2026

How’d my heart get soaked? I thought I signed up for grief-worthy packing But you clutch onto me as the tear in my eye when I’m laughing And now the lights are on us for better or worse But this is a play we’ve never rehearsed Blank long nights kill romance vengefully A moment ago my glass was half full now it’s completely empty I don’t even care I’ll take both good and bad and make sure to leave nothing on the shelf Quantity over quality You can bless me or curse me just please let it be intense Woah Son we remember your future as if it was just days ago Seen many eyes like yours: confident, baby blue, beautiful And wanting everything while caring about nothing at all It’s joy that your gift will bring, until then let the elegy it’s wrapped in take its toll Deep down in my soul I’m quite sure I don’t have one anymore At the bottom of my heart Every drop of blood has dried up I don’t even care I’ll take both good and bad and make sure to leave nothing on the shelf Quantity over quality You can bless me or curse me just please let it be intense

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Feb 09, 2026

I know we’re all gonna die in suffocating agony ’Cause who’d want to live a life that deserves a better end than this? I know we’re all gonna die in suffocating agony For if our mothers ain’t deserve any better, who are we to go peacefully? Right beside my lungs There hides a little bug Its antenna on The red button of love Ignite, fuck (It wanted to read the instructions first But the pages were all blank It wanted to read the instructions first But the pages were all blank) I should’ve seen I’m walking straight into hell But I never looked up from my cell She kept sending me pictures of heaven I never learnt much during my crawl towards the bed Except to fall in love with every girl I’ve ever met But never how to abandon But if I really don’t exist, how come so many people have heard my wails? And if a sane villain is young, does it make him hotter than a witch tit? I guess I’d be better off mad These questions are always on my mind Swans don’t actually sing before they die, so So I'll just ironically sing myself to death I know we’re all gonna die in suffocating agony ’cause who’d want to live a life that deserves a better end than this? I know we’re all gonna die in suffocating agony For if our mothers ain’t deserve any better, then who are we to go peacefully? (It wanted to read the instructions first But the pages were all blank It wanted to read the instructions But the pages were blank)

Submitted by NecroGod — Feb 15, 2026

No wonder you’re alone Your eyes are homegrown You’ve built them by yourself Mine are from someone else Hands are there to keep your eyelids wide open You can’t be awake, a slave to yourself with arms broken and bruised But as long as we’re both down here, I can’t quite see how someone watching over us affects anything The question is clear: what will you do The question is clear: what will you do The question is clear: what will you do (What will you do) The question is clear: what will you do When home is wrong? When home is wrong? When home is wrong? When home is wrong? I know you will teach your children to kill themselves, not you Teach your children to kill themselves, not you Teach your children to kill themselves, not you Teach your children to kill themselves, not you

Submitted by Warbringer — Feb 09, 2026

My mouth is a fine paintbrush Painting on your retina Your life's an exhibition I am our self made vision This is me so mysterious Hiding my face So you'll never find that I don't exist This frame won't keep me From getting on the wall My nose will poke your chest And together we will fall Together we will fall Yeah

Submitted by Warbringer — Feb 09, 2026