Contemplations
Chemical imbalance and its furious thrusts The price I wouldn't pay for a moment of calm A strong will confined in a withering shape Kicking and screaming perpetually Many thoughts, many seasons passed Countless hours spent in turmoil Beyond the inner twists, what truly remains of me? Is peace only found in the endgame? Even lazy summer days are filled with abstract need In endless search for what's missing beneath A creeping sense of desperation The twisted faces in the pеriphery A reluctant smile, facadе of the unseen Spiralling thoughts of what could have been The intoxicating moments when I gaze into a world of colours This flicker of life is a haven, yet the ultimate of insults Nothing remains of intuition and instinct, core and essence I am but a machine, the martyr of my own creation At the heart of what could have been In light of what I've become I feel betrayed The glimmering surface is rid with holes
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jul 01, 2026
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The journey grew us weary Voices, but a distant sigh White noise to fetter us A distant echo of goodbyes When was this life even remotely ours to live? The dreams lingering in expecting eyes Did I even ever own the innermost thought and desire? It was nothing, and now it's all over The more I learn The more I wish I knew before Before every score was settled Before my life was lived It’s the precious time Never to be returned It's my very essence Gone forlorn
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jul 01, 2026
Tired, unispired in pacifying sleep The nine hour surge reveals a deprecated self Arranged a life for watching eyes, weary soul's confine This material construction, a flawed comfort Lifelong disappointments brew below the polished surface In ice cold dependency to a desperate routine Another days deeds perfected, with blood taste upon barren tongue A lethargy of senses for you know tomorrow (will be the same) How can you master the role of a machine? Drone through waking hour with blind belief How can you master the role of a machine? Perfecting the same pattern in monday morning fallacy Eyes set to the task, desensitized Is this your dream? Common monotony An idle overseer of necessary evils Glance no further, the flair of the moment is gone Waking hour, glory askew All that's been lost and won Was it all for show? Was it all for nothing? This monumental sacrifice
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Jun 05, 2026
Our joy and tears Our depleted hearts I arrive bearing colours A light for us who never saw
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Jun 05, 2026
Tired conversations with myself, mesh of voices echoing Recurring patterns of declining thought An empty stare, a wandering mind Slave to a rampant pathos, the laments of a weary soul Unbound in pursuit to structure the intangible I am the gravelike silence I am the product of this white noise creation Could never attune to distorted visions An admission of the outcast, the consummate offense I see myself drawn to fire as on film I am the spectator of my own downfall Searchеd and scoured rituals and empty deeds In spite of my attеmpts, each vision is one of exit signs No wordly comfort can rest the most active of minds
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Jun 05, 2026
Creeping forth are images distorted by time Nights of youthful glory, the defining moments As a fading gallery of someone else's life The world's beauty elevated from this mire of concrete The cold stares of this wretched city, I am all this madness amplified As the story fades Dearest memory to remnant of grey What was once all, now the weakening life source I'm a passenger, an ember of a different time Has it all been said and done? Have we conceded to what's been lost and won? In my mind I still roam, radiant and pure Desperate to find a way to dream again
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Jun 05, 2026