Unrest

Witnessed my downfall, But that’s okay. There is no uniqueness in all of this. There is only you. There is only me. There is only them. And that’s okay. While the rage inside will keep me on my feet, The disgust of this world will remind me of how I really feel, And not what you tried to make me out to be. Stop! We’re spinning around and around, On and on, back and forth, To the point of nausea. A manufactured high so we don’t find a steady stop And realize: There is beauty, there is light in our decline. The only way we’ll relate, The only thing we’ve known. And of all things I know to be true, Love will conquer all.

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025

Speak up, speak up, oh weary one. They’ve weighed you down for far too long, So much that you can’t see the light. But I can see you. Six feet under the ground, I’ll still hear them screaming my name, Writing my wrongs to make sure. The righteous man has bathed himself in soiled water. The world we know—well, it is no longer. I can feel the mountains move and the oceans split in half. Like the serpent, you bite your own tail. You’ve run out of places to hide, run out of people to feed on. Bound by standards, bound by living your life, Losing control out of all of us. How can you sleep at night? Unspoken, bearer of lies. Unspoken, I know who you are. I see you lying through your teeth. The darkness in my head is now in front of me, And now it’s part of my own reality.

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025

I have dreamt of ending this world, bringing all to a stop. Making all of this my own. For all will fade away with me. I have searched long and hopeful, to end up being the one without any hope at all. What if this was an answer, a secret kept firmly locked away from us, that we could just reach out and grab? The rats are running wild, exploiting everything in their way, on their passage. Everything they can find will get fucked. Dark souls is what they have called us, within the secret of their own twisted lives. We will be the corruption. Giving up, letting go—a life incapable of feeling. Incapable of emotion, I long to feel. I never asked for this dark soul.

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025

You came to me With hardship and comfort, Full of warmth, Yet I feel cold inside. You came to me, Yet I stay cold. This is starting to feel, To feel so familiar. This is starting to feel, To feel like frostbite. Let’s take a few steps back And try to figure this out. Contemplate on what was supposed to be, Contemplate on nothing, really. You came to me. I never asked anything of you. I am sorry you ended up being the fool who trusted me, But I’m not sorry for trying to figure this out, to make this work. You should have never believed in me. You should have been able to see right through me. You came to me. I never asked anything of this. I have lost my voice a thousand times, Trying to explain to you that I’ll never be worth it, Trying to believe that you will wait.

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025

All eyes on you. All eyes on me. But no one to get us through any of this. No one at all. When everything’s toppled down, What will we have left To show, to prove to the ones who will come after us? All eyes on us. Forcing the bitterness, Forcing it right down my throat, Right down into my mind. I am starting to feel the unease of multitudes, Gathered around the nihility, Fed the lies of those who remain nameless. Thus we shall bring forth the age of unrest. Watch me jump over the edge of unrest. Everything has fallen apart. Everything is in ruins. Nothing. When everything’s toppled down, What will we have left— For you, For me, For everyone around us? We have broken down every barrier Between us and the one we like to call God. Ladies and gentlemen, we are what I like to call At the edge of an age of unrest. You all just sicken me. That’s it—I’m jumping the age of unrest. None of this for me. I’m jumping over the age of unrest.

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025

I did this to myself. I have made up my mind. I’m leaving you all behind. Follow me if you will. I won’t be waiting for you. Don’t even think that I will look back. Don’t even think that I will miss any of this. The sour taste—it’s all in my head. I’ve done my best to make things impossible. With everything I do, I do unto me. Let me lay it down, So you might understand that you ain’t got nothing to do with this. Whatever’s past or whatever is to come. Now that I have your attention, All of this will fade away. We will be able to move on from all of this. This has to end. There is something inside of me That just won’t ever come out. Forcing a certain thing. Forcing a certain feeling. Forcing me to see. I don’t need nobody.

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025

The worthless will know themselves, Not by others, But in their own reflection. Under or over the skin, The pain remains the same. It’s four a.m., he hasn’t slept in days. It’s four a.m., he doesn’t know who he is. This feeling used to make him feel alive, Yet now it all comes to an end. The worthless. He feels worthless. He felt jealous of the ones who left too early. He felt his time was up. “Time better catch me up,” Because this feels like home. This feels like home, but the structure is broken. He felt incapable of accepting the love that was shown to him. This feeling remains the same, Because this feels like home.

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025

That is it, he says. I surrender to life. There is no reason— This is just something that is. The noose, the noose, the noose is around his neck. Won’t you cut the cord? His wrists, his wrists, his wrists are above the sink, Staring blank into the void. He can’t see anything. He sits, he sits, he sits, staring down at the world. Will they ever listen before the downward fall? He lays, he lays, he lays in panic, agitated on the floor— An empty glass and pills scattered on the floor.

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025

This Eden seems dead. No longer will flowers bloom. This Eden seems dead. What have we done? Step by step, piece by piece, We’re starting to see some clarity. Little by little, We’ll wake up from this daze And see past the masquerade. This Eden seems dead. No longer will flowers bloom. This Eden seems dead, Yet up above, the sky shines blue. What have we done? We are all prodigal sons and daughters, Indebted from the start— Products of past voracity, Products of greed. Don’t know what to yearn for, Don’t know what to strive for. Indebted from the start, We’re trying to sleep the pain away. Rid yourself of regret; That time has passed. Let’s start anew.

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025

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Contemplate my excess— A thick haze of a lost time. Let us toast to what is true And to the health of those who remain silent. And when the drunken haze has passed, In the dying spume of a wise time, We are only left with past illusions. And when the drunken haze has passed, This is all we’re left with— With which we can admire the extent of the damage. Not a place, Nor a time, A feeling, A sentiment. But in the quiet eye of the hurricane, When you want to leave, discreet— A lost body in the wind. I want to be there. I want to be ready. I’ll be ready.

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025

I clench my fists to my face, The void resounds while I cough up my lungs, Just to wait till my breath catches up with me. How long will I stand here? How long have I stood in this place? How long will I stand at eternity’s gate? I have found myself so many times Between the echoes of the universe.