Everything Was Sound
After the fire, after the rain, after the sacred kissed the profane When you came and left again, such a captivating pain After that night, I left my comfort to find where your body lies I'd wander upon this grave then fall, I'd fall inside I searched the clearing for that spark, hands sifted through the ash Knowing what we felt was real,but some delusions never pass So I took shelter in the woods with the naked shaking trees Deciduous, fraternal twins, we're both wilted, stem and leaf Then the mist turned sleet, turned snow My senses shook numb, I've nothing to show But a rain-stained book that once contained my literary charades New blots of ink, archetypal shapes, and shades Bleed through each and every page And I ask myself, what's the weight of my life on the scales of eternity? We inherit the earth, we inherit the war I inhabit the wound, I dwell in the harm Oh, how far we fall: we're casualties of time Oh, how far we fall: begin to forgive existence Retreat back from the reaching trees When a frigid shadow climbs right inside of me That specter of recompense, it's a sound I heard ever since Amidst the endless mortal strife And the constantly dying light The truth we felt from the start "How can I hold myself together when everything falls apart?" We inherit the earth, we inherit the war I inhabit the wound, I dwell in the harm Oh, how far we fall: we're casualties of time Oh, how far we fall: forgive existence I wandered upon the altar of human invention An exhibition of erudition Find me here, Son of Man How far we fall
Submitted by The Void — Feb 21, 2026
Beside the shadow of a frozen chapel Under the marriage of the cross and crown Outside the privilege of the "chosen ones" The Image of God is sleeping on the ground Spires pierce the sky like steel through your hands Planks from our eyes plunged in your side Water poured out, but we want wine You said, "Take and remember" , but we always forget To the outcast sons, to the sojourners, descendants of loss I'll hold my breath until you can breathe To truly live, I must begin anew and be consumed Make a heart of flesh from these hollow stones I'm learning what it means to trade my certainty for awe When you fell to your knees to wash my feet Did you see the trampled shadows stained underneath? Did you hear the acrimony Perpetuated by the puppet sewn to the pulpit? We forgot your life and became a people of death Spell-bound by the celibate spectacle, inhabiting mausoleums We are the eulogy at the funeral of God To the outcast sons, to the sojourners , descendants of loss Be consumed I'll hold my breath To truly live, we must begin anew Trade your certainty for awe
Submitted by The Void — Feb 21, 2026
Searching for solace in a toxic temple Fragments of lead climbing through your head Stones load your coat as you wade through the winter current Dancing with the dead on the riverbed Wanton hanging of the wise pale king And I see myself Here we dream in a bed of seamless sleep The rain never wakes you from your descent Sinking through subtle waves that disguise the current down below You're pulled in the undertow Intricate: I watched the world dance inside your head Ephemeral: everything created must expire Misery: losing hope for a dying world Or did we lose hope in ourselves, my ineffable? Words lose sound with every fathom, further down Torn between two worlds Floundering in a state of metaxis One is waning, one is dead In both, we feel too much, we feel too much Intricate: I watched the world dance inside your head Ephemeral: everything created must expire Misery: losing hope for a dying world Or did we lose hope in ourselves, my ineffable? Most nights we merge into one dream You mouth that four word sundering Soundless, but somehow deafening "I can't go on" I'll strain my voice to make you relent But the tide holds me in my dissent We're bound to each other in the undertow You were my ineffable
Submitted by The Void — Feb 21, 2026
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Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 18, 2026
"I am autonomous," you told father First immortal, but now fleeting All creation reveals me about this said time Called death, cursed the reverse All we bought was a brokenness That shelter of illusion You see me, see you splitting myself even There is me, forgiving nothing Manic then depressive, hopelessly sinking Sister Moon, Brother Sun Eclipsed one another Forgiving one another Tides receding, death ran away then life flooded in world This I am: imbalanced, beautifully so Hands connected, perhaps Then dead reflections saw you I did, didn't I? I didn't, did I? You saw reflections dead then perhaps, connected hands So beautifully imbalanced: am I this world? In flooded life then away ran Death Receding tides Another one forgiving, another one eclipsed Sun Brother, Moon Sister, sinking helplessly Depressive then manic, nothing forgiving me Is there even myself, splitting? You see me, see you Illusion of shelter, that brokenness was bought "We all reverse the cursed death called time" Said this about me, reveals creation: all Fleeting now, but immortal First Father told you, "Autonomous am I"
Submitted by The Void — Feb 21, 2026
Look straight through me, look at the nightmare Our past is but a dream that we're trying to escape Trying to evade to erase ourselves Look through me and see the advent of our obsessions Behold, your child, perfection A rotting shell of atrophy Watching: crowds like crows, we furiously flock to tragedy Observe the hurt then hasten back to our peaceful, quiet nests of blasphemy Scapegoat: rather die and know, drag your failing body in tow Witnessing the wake, conflagrate the ready oil at the stake Binging: the culmination of purging what our lusts have borne We hoarded all the world to find we'd lost any semblance of ourselves This dying dance I am not my own reflection I am not myself, I am not myself No, I am haunted by a non-existent lover The specter, the ghost, the soul-starving host I am haunted by a non-existent lover I was gifted with the vision but cursed to be the witness Invisible to me I'll be pale to match the walls and warped to trace the beams Flushed to fit across the floor so you can step right over me Scouring this filthy slate, these crooked bones they won't break straight Cracked and splintered like our house, upended by that first summer squall Fading: so thin, you could snap me into the shape you need Gaunt enough to slide through that wedding dress then stitch me to a Fraying matrimony Embalmed inside a never-ending ceremony I am not my own reflection I am not myself, I am not myself No, I am haunted by a non-existent lover The specter, the ghost, the soul-starving host I am haunted by a non-existent lover I was gifted with the vision but cursed to be the witness Invisible to me Invisible to me Invisible to me
Submitted by The Void — Feb 21, 2026
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Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 18, 2026
I saw you stumble out from the social slaughterhouse Oppression's progeny, you lift your head and plead for mercy Rocks began as building blocks until they turned to throwing stones A monolith of dominance we set atop your plinth of bones This privilege is a prism, reflecting our indecision The iniquities of inhibition, our indifference gave way to a prison Classes at war, castes are born, criminals are sworn in Place your hands to the pulse of this city Keep your ear to the ground, hear her gasp "I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe" Are we so blind to believe that violence could give birth to peace? Lay down our weapons and raise our arms Make every breath a protest In a world where your neighbors cannot breathe Every second in the shadows , lives are stolen in the sun Slowly waking from our apathy to see the fascists have won They already won Just ask the child in front of the smoking gun Are we so blind to believe that violence could give birth to peace? Place your hands to the pulse of this city Keep your ear to the ground, hear him gasp "I can't breathe, I can't breathe" We shout at fascist hands, fixed on asphyxiating those in need Place your hands to the pulse of this city Keep your ear to the ground, hear them gasp "I can't breathe, I can't breathe" Are we so blind to believe that violence could give birth to peace? I've seen the end The tyrant on his knees Will we starve our need for retribution Or take his eye and all go blind?
Submitted by The Void — Feb 21, 2026
Do you remember when I said You'd never feel the sting of death? But now I’m waiting where you left Beside that snow-kissed clearing I pressed a seed through that frozen fleece The earth embraced you in the ground No invention of my mind Will ever compose a melody so profound I’m a priest afraid to pray Terrified at what the silence couldn't say Tongue tethered to the skeptic beating in my chest We're no longer quite ourselves Nor reflections of someone else Lover, do you feel that tension As we drift between silence and eternity? Death is the road, road to awe I stood atop the world Its asymmetry laid bare in front of me: Thanatophobic societies taking life to mourn their tragedies I feared this world would never change But you steady your resolve anyway Let's set the pen against the sword How orphans long for peace before they learn to love the war Perhaps it's our language Perhaps we are incomplete Words like shadows to what we see Faint flickerings across the cavern in our minds Candles in the dark Defiant to the night "You pulled me through time" Through the edgeless night I learned to love as you learned to die I'll begin to feel again and finish the chapter you couldn’t write Candles in the dark Defiant to the night, defiant to the shadow You pull me through time, through the edgeless night I learned to love as you learned to die
Submitted by The Void — Feb 21, 2026
My son, my son Borne from the war, we trade shovels for swords My son, my son Inherit the earth, inhabit the wound Oh how far we fall We fall My love, my love Captive to lusts: consumed My love, my love Buried beneath the vile machine The earth with a final gasp shook free from our inventions Grace and nature reconciled I heard, "It is finished" The final seal was broken, the concussion blew me back I teetered on the edge of recreation and the wrath Nine Lovers stumbled out from their shells of brokenness They reached inside their wounds to find the seeds borne from their suffering Coalesce upon me to plant the tree of life inside the heart of the machine Reach inside, heal the wound, make us whole
Submitted by The Void — Feb 21, 2026