Isolated
He was a drug merchant and a surgeon to follow his calling But unfortunately, an explosion happened on his boat He managed to swim to an island and he swam the next morning Desperate, he ran and ran again but there was only sand and rock Then he tried to catch a gull but suddenly he broke his left ankle Suddenly it turned to blue, so he amputated it… Isolated… Sit on his favorite rock, waiting for a boat but never one came Then he came delirious, so he cut his other leg. It was no use to him, cause now he felt obliged to creep To catch his food, was there any reason to die? No sign of life, no food… The sun consume the man all day long… He watches his face in a puddle of water and with tears in his eyes, he wondered: "am I really crying? I feel inclined to die…" The man looked at his hands, he started to eat the right one and said: "the left or right, there's no importance now…"
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025
Deafening hooters were heard As riots met the audience Distracted children cried As the earth was put to the test The blind crowd hadn't observed the cloudy sky Time after time, people built their own world Conscientiously, it was conceived. Bacterial aggressions surrounded the earth The town must be cleared so quickly It could have been an exercise! The mass of the population Awake to its self-destruction… See the disappointment. Please tell me the meaning of this obsession? It was an exciting plan until you discovered You made a mistake; a miscalculation! They tried to defy so many exerted hastily They will live in horror. Outrageous shudders inlayed forever in my mind This senseless world I've created What is the meaning of this obsession?
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025
Caught or trapped in a situation A situation beyond our control Don't we all like to think that we are the masters of our own fate? But life does get out of hand And things do happen And death does strike before its time… before its time… I saw humanity died two weeks before it died Is it a sense I was delivered Into a world where ideas have physical forms? The post orgasmic sense of loss The creeping unknown is growing in ourselves… The creeping unknown…
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025