Songs for the Withering

I'm sleeping with a knife again I'm just a drawing on the wall Sooner or later everything falls apart Every day a punishment I have tried so hard to do right Fought to heal every hurt Every turn I take Leads me back to where I started from All my dreams They die on me And I don't think There's ever healing it The days grow long Filled with empty hours When I wake up alone With these shadows as my only company Splinters of glass at my feet Silence in her white dress Like dust on books no-one reads And beds no-one sleeps in anymore (speechless nameless sleepless alone) "...the fog is rising" [Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)]

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025

You drift away in a bitter dusk by scattering the snow that held Angel-like images in our blurry memories of childhood. Escaping every when, who or why Ebony eyes disappeared I cannot longer bear this as it revels in my misery If only I didn't care, I'd smile and merrily wave my hand goodbye My possessions are gone, there is no point to go on Our foolish intents built my future plans I can't go forwards or back I am stuck in a forever dying moment More ...I sway here forevermore Until lovely gaia is burnt to the core You'll find me at the gallows I sleep by the gallows in complete solitude that I used to cherish But now my visions are clear and solarsigns in a nebular hill Cast a fallen morning star right behind me and it sighs: "you won't feel a thing, it is only great relief So slit your wrists open by this" Begone at the silent shores. Shine on! this is the end of the world All beauty is lost and so is all you had ever abhorred And I raise my blindfold gaze A night mare of ending my life becomes a part of This miserable joy of reality To sell my fortune To leave them all behind To hide all the trails as I never existed Nothing remains irrelevant in these murky chambers... Dark and dismal chambers of agony A cruel gathering of tragedies lead our way to the dreamscapes Where they feed the rope by our necks No feet on this solid soil but a floating silhouette Against the setting sun By gravity life force flows slowly away It is silent at the gallows again

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025

One day darkness showed up at my door Ate the light, closed my world Told me the demons where here And that I was wrong All along Everything washes away Fear and despair Never knew what they meant Until the black Came my way In our full circle We fed each other In the fall In this cold year That consumed the strength, the will With so little to hold near If I was the sky Would I hold you dear (or come crashing down) Two dead names waiting Two dead names Reaching out with cold hands Wishing it would all come together (in a final infinite white) Two dead names screaming Two dead names "And so I leave this world, where the heart Must either break or turn to lead." [Nicolas-Sebastien Chamfort (1741-1794)]

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025

Now I draw the line To resign from the world of mine Begin from being no one Rise higher and higher to hit the ground See divided earth as reflections: Debris of mankind under desperation Rise higher and higher to hit the ground Bid farewell to the casket vultures Maggots our only friends...from now on A magnet-like deadend trap Awaits us all in the end And it is so... Futile - in the end, fragile -in the end Precious -in the end, vicious -in the end Our shelter is the emptiness The stretched void for all Dying arrangements demand Bittersweet caress after all Nihilistic - perfection - nihilistic Transfixion for the butterflies of joy The truth unfolds: to the end with nothing... Like thy insects in envenomed rapture They reach for the warmth, light and the beauty Wings burnt, pin-transfixed and life force withered Another ignorant one for my collection Bid welcome new airless home in a box Maggots our only companion from now on Sinews relaxed you know this can't go on forever It awaits us all in the end

Submitted by Pestilence — Feb 16, 2026

Something's quite not right Again sleep escapes me, far away You're the whisper in the back of my head Teething, serrated and smiling Knee-deep in this hopeless wreckage A heartbreak To tear me apart Swallowed by the vast, all-consuming Demanding you here This uncontrollable hell A lightless abode A sleepless complete black Where ghosts come to me Through every hole In each and every wall Wish I could just sleep Wish I could explain Wish I could change the way of things Wish I would fall away It's a slow closure A cold shape crawling behind me A storm approaching A darkness always closer I ever thought it could Can never see it coming The world I'm in is empty Outside I think I choke Somehow I can't help thinking There is no place for me (the noise in my head won't leave) "all fled--all done So lift me on the pyre The feast is over And the lamps expire." [Robert E. Howard (1906-1936)]

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025

It was all in the rain It was in her eyes Tears dropped in anguish and distress In the nerves of pain was boiling warmth of grace We run against the tide, severed with the losses of logic Love left me unimpressed, I keep on walking the path of tragedy Let me attend, let me represent My muse lays dead down on the brimstone row Wounded night - let your children descend Arteries cut - now let that inspiration flow We run against the tide, severed with the losses of logic Love left me unimpressed, I keep on walking the path of tragedy Before the last breath - inhale Before the final death - exhale Can you live with the lie and still keep your faith? Did you think you could fly without any damage done? You can't bear the burden of the lonely so you'd open the gate? Find yourself relevant in a world that is gone Did you think you could fly without any damage done? Rain runs its tracks to the ground in which you'll eternally dwell "angels... they never existed My belief is not enough twisted To hold up such religious characters. What were you thinking of?" [Timothy Findley] A great stone by the tree - details carved No candlelight beside For frozen rains looked after that its fire would starve Like the blaze she died No more running against the tide Only the grandeur of abiding She keeps on lying beneath the trails of rain... Lifeless... silent

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025

Here we are Together in this darkness Enveloped in the Deepest shade of black Connected through this misery Lingering in the air The burden of goodbye A heavy ringing in my ear It's a silent reminder An afterthought of sorts Bad dreams, hollow sleep Of dark rooms, empty homes And things without names Memories of murder The shades that fell I wouldn't prefer to answer The question The last quiet cord to be Severed Nothing to take with you Nothing left for you to keep The music is over, there's no-one here It's snowing heavily I can't even see my breath escaping Never to return "I lingered around them, Under that benign sky; Watched the moths fluttering Among the heath of harebells Listened the soft wind Breathing though the grass; And wondered how anyone Could ever imagine unquiet slumbers For the sleepers in the quiet earth." [Emily Bronte (1818-1848)]

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025

A noise quieter than a dying breath Mirrors on the blank side of the paper A need to control this suicide Something I'll never quite understand What would heal these holes Marks left by the feeding needle Tonight the bullets turn into keys And we escape This was the day of losing control A sea of silence where I go Stuck somewhere between a blick and a tear And the great distance Maybe it was just a ghost of a voice I thought I once heard Maybe nothing of the like Maybe it was a memory I thought I saw creeping by Maybe nothing "Better to die, and to sleep The never waking sleep, than linger on, And dare to live, when the soul's life is gone." [Sophocles (496BC-406-5BC)]

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

Was I bewitched by the thin red line And let it snip the silver twine I stare in silence That is mine Discomfort of my silent fear, so icy cold, Yet somehow seems to sear my soul Until the ache's too much to bear, As mortal life now disappears To steal sweet youth before it turned to gold. Existence now is not what I was told; Wastelands of sorrow, I welcome all I receive Blood before tears, you will see Cold and redundant, I deserve everything I get What joy, want for nothing Sweet rapture for I am nothing Desolation is a delicate thing

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025