Ash in Realms of Stone Icons
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Reflections of the past Bring new life to old wounds Lacerations to psyche Infected with resentment, and then hollowed out Forced to suffer alone Cries for help minimized by those I loved the most Not worthy of the air I breathe Or this broken flesh, condemned to a life of grief In this cursed existence Not one solace or one drug to ease the pain Longing to fade away To be forgotten as I rot in a six foot hole To be embraced by the warmth of black Numbness, penetrate, and rest this weary mind Not worthy of the air I breathe Or this broken flesh, condemned to a life of grief Spiraling downward into naught As all hope begins to die Inching ever deeper Towards absolute ruin Deeper Deeper Deeper Deeper Down Encased in vitriolic torment Catatonic and fixed in eternal sullen gaze Wrapped in its caustic embrace Through which my body withers
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 14, 2026
The noose cradled in divine light Beckons me, beckons me Prayers finally answered In pendulous salvation A permanent end To a troubled beginning A favor for mankind A demise most sublime Leave me in the dirt To be devoured by insects Finally given purpose In my transcendence into oblivion No mark left upon this world My insignificance forever forgotten No longer a fucking burden On those close to me Barely breathing as the rope indents my throat And I vomit forth my essence alongside blood and bile As my brain is deprived of oxygen My mind is finally at peace Bask in the grandeur of the nothingness The end of a life so meaningless Devoid of all feeling in this empty space But the comfort of knowing that this is my final resting place Free from all pain endure in this life Moving away from the dark and turning ever towards the light Free from all pain endured in this life Moving away from the dark and turning ever towards the light
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 14, 2026
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Traversing fields of misery A plane of existence where no warmth is found Endless abyss unfolds before me Projected by the demons to which I am bound A cold betrayal Regurgitates bleak perception A claw around the ankle to pull me back down A futile attempt to attain higher ground Truth contorted with malintention And spat upon my ashes by venomous tongues Conflagration meant to ignite disgust The last of my hopes turned to smoldering dust Dragged further into my hole of a head Alone, suffocated by feelings of dread A paralyzing fear of everyday life And fixation on the fact that I'm better off dead No need for sympathy For I've found comfort in my own downfall No point in recovery My mind has been scarred, my solace destroyed I wander aimlessly All but a shell of my former self Empty and cold, with no true purpose Await the exhale of my last breath Stuck inside this place between Not wanting to live but too afraid to die Release from the pain that has ravaged my bones To finally feel warmth within my unmarked tomb Reach through empty space In search of an escape Closed in walls of black So cold, so alone Within despondency I decay eternally The path that I have tread Leads where no warmth is found
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 14, 2026
Alone I dwell in this worthless mass of skin and bones A gangrenous vessel, left in ruins, that I begrudgingly call my home Thrown into existence without so much as an ounce of consent A failure in every sense of the word, such has become my source of lament Eternity spent in dissociation, locked within ponderance and reverie Jaws of distorted reality, whose grip I may never escape In this maw of reclusion, with only my thoughts as company I collapse within mysеlf in sempiternal misery Free mе from this mortal coil Such that I may find eternal sleep I've dug my own grave, within which I must now lay This noose shall tighten as black forms from grey Lost in the shadows of my mind Here I stand, indulgent in my own misery Victim of vices, devoid of virtue The comfort I've found in total isolation Has begun to gnaw at every aching fiber of my being An echo chamber of guilt, grief, and dreams of death From which hope and light are drained The place where I once found solace now reflects my broken spirit Separated from reality by blinding chasmic infinity Set me free Endless plight I cannot bear to suffer more Absent light Caught within this teething maw Take me where I may never hear a sound Spirits rise As I'm laid into the ground
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 14, 2026
Lifeless and cold Wrapped in Death's tender embrace Covered in sores, infested with mold Embodiment of total disgrace The scars of perdition Encompass broken glass Shards of clouded cognition Pierce my frame en revolting masse And create ouroboric lesions Pain that only grows larger Sends me further down To a hole from which I'll never escape A fate well-deserved A battlе fought to its bitter end Wounds that time should havе healed Shall remain forever open Will I awake into eternal slumber? Or will I remain Ash in realms of stone icons Which stand high above my withered frame? Will I awake into eternal slumber? Or will I remain Ash in realms of stone icons Which stand high above my withered frame? Life's purpose obfuscated I've relinquished control Blindfolded as I'm led Through chasm into sheltered crypt I've drowned in agony Only to resurface And behold the pneuma In longing reflection The mirror's gaze cuts deep Into these hypoxic veins Only in death will I grasp The scope of my obsolescence This emptiness fills voids within voids This emptiness shall remain until I'm whole Until I'm whole again Until I'm whole Until I'm whole again Until I'm whole Until I'm whole again Until I'm whole Until I'm whole again Until I'm whole Until I'm whole again Until I'm whole Until I'm whole again Until I'm whole Collapse As the reality sets in That I am no longer myself Relapse My fortress comes crashing down After aeons in sanctuary Years spent numb have made me realize That only in death will I truly feel alive Will I awake into eternal slumber? Or will I remain Ash in realms of stone icons Which stand high above my withered frame? If this is truly the end And there is no more to see Release me from these shackles Such that I may be set free A life devoid of all purpose One that must not continue Shall be reduced to ash And will never start anew As I bid farewell I let the last of my blood To become no more To, at last, feel nothing When I transcend form Let my memory fade to naught As if I never existed And despair will start to disappear
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 14, 2026