From Below
In the midst of these crying walls Past and presence formed, Yet memories were never kept alive If they were to, they’d swallow every bit of hope A day to see light arise Watch paint spread under the tyrian sky Feeding on ascending rays Carried by emotion, a day to be But inside was a thundering rage A merciless storm under tranquillized control Bearable silence until the unbearable awoke Lived in this nightmare, this prideless coffin, Buried below, but not below ground Between the cracks, observed a hopeless destiny The guardian, the lock, the detestec lack of possibility Devouring effect Called beyond this life, beyond this god Screeches echoed in apathic surroundings Only to reach who he didn’t call So in the midst of these crying walls Past and presence formed, Yet memories were never kept alive If they were to, they’d swallow every bit of hope A day to see light arise
Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025
Searched without his eyes, Behind the sun Kept wandering hopelessly From time he could never turn Still this place had silence His moment of warmth This place, a mere mirror With filters he wished could last The mirror always walked away Regained sight was to come Day’s sleep was the only relief, But still he came treasureless home
Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025
Agony, a melody On pain I feed To see you in this state, Victorious feast I love you, still you are Part of me If I only avoid Those pitiful eyes, My voice in your cries Mind was ruined By the rape of conscience Could no longer be the carrier Of this growing tumour One last pleasure One last wound Please forgive me Never felt your father’s love Exhaled his breath of rage The last of their kind Chanting from the black outside, As he pulled his death out from the closet Steps of hope Rough, red release Vast, dark, encouraging trees What remained was a finger’s strength Demon danced Ghouls awaiting Sinner meal The finger pressed
Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025
Trapped amongst them Accepted their treatment Dove amongst crows Lack of fulfilment Born in that state, Never to ponder Still there was light The dove learned to wonder Is this all there is? Broadened horizons Ready for new ground Possessed a strong flame now He felt free, somehow
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025
A manifest of his crucified hope Familiar sound, reflecting his own blood Haunting, yet intriguing No watcher, no lock, only the sweet voice Daringly stepped out to see things clear Gone before he could see the face Left was urge to seek Drops of autumn fell on trembling leaves, Red from summer’s departure, weak from lack of light The leaves were torn and so was he, As he tried to follow her trace A winterly wind embraced his throat And tried its best to strangle What kept him going was what had left him It was what he couldn’t keep Kept hunting ancient traces, following flickering lights This ghost was sculpted by his desire to say goodbye Clouds left the hollow sky, As it swallowed all its sorrow Nearly breathless, He grasped the nearest branch The voice reappeared, And now he felt sure that it was her, So he did his best To force his feet along A scarlet dress in the wind Shadows on stumps of once mighty trees Spread rumours of her presence Looked into her eyes and took her hand This imagined warm touch was his relief Kneeling at her feet, ready for his sleep Had no longer wish to arise Put her arm around him, no more cries Slept there until the fierce cold awoke To erase all traces of life
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025