No Rising Sun

All along we amble along Hope slowly fleeting Knelt down at the foot of the shrine With our hands full of seeds clasped tightly This garden will never grow It will only flood Soaking in a stagnant body of water Breeding mosquitoes to feed off our poisoned blood Shallow roots Rotted branches Petals wilted black We lay beneath a weeping moon With the sound of a concealed war ringing in our ears No sights to treat our sore eyes Stretched thin between frailty and grievance This is who we are and what we've become Dreamless Disheartened This is who we are and what we've become Left waiting for the sun to rise

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 23, 2025

I'm licking my wounds Picking at my scabs Digging deep Deeper and deeper into my skin Anxious antics Bewildered and damned Scars line my body from scratching this constant itch Devouring the truth Swallowing my will A pirouette of hysterics I keep biting the inside of my lip in a nervous fit Making myself bleed The bitter taste of iron brings a wave of relief Like gargling salt water to treat my pulled teeth My face aging with each passing day Eyes bruised black from my fights with sleep Gnawing at my fingernails as my thoughts begin to seethe Anxious antics Bewildered and damned Anxious antics Pirouette of hysterics

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 23, 2025

“Dive down deep Beneath all the pain Beneath all the fear Drift away with me Dive Down Deep Until I cannot breathe”

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 23, 2025

Text pressed and formed Bound by rubble and lead 17 bold scribbles and scratches Hidden under a cloud of graphite dust A constant smear under a heavy hand Yields magma from every movement inscribed Igneous rock set in place Was swept away easily by four winds At that moment The illusion of good times Would shine clearer than those 3 poignant lines. When the prose was first composed It was written out in lead- Malleable. Erasable. Years passed- Pages turned. All it took was a sleight of hand For a permanence to solidify. Further into the notebook Even the author himself couldn't see the transition stand- It happened so subtly Yet it happened so quick Structures easily erased Became forged by steel and ink Gravel that manifested a message That wasn't his choice to preserve- The author was always tortured But new lies would bring him relief And if he gets a chance to write the ending It would be such of an ideal release- But until that moment passes He will slowly tear down his beliefs By staying away from the open windows And to honor his musings as complete.

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 23, 2025

“Come Dive down deep Deep with me Swim beneath Beneath all pain Sink below Below all fear Drift away Away with me Until I cannot breathe” Submerged in a gulf of despair Flooding the depths of my conscience Relations swept away with the tide As I sink the glimmering light fades Drowning in my frailties As my eyes began to shut I felt your hand in mine Carrying me through the dark

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 23, 2025

Entombed in silver and gold Lowered beneath soil and churning ember Resting under a blanket of stone Erosion of muscle and bone Hair, teeth, and nails recede Rejection of spirit and creed Distilled in wine and holy water The baptism of an estranged daughter Enshrined in blotted ink and prose Sonnets and sorrows eternally perched as crows Converging the sound of our roaring confession Spread across a sinking foundation Immortalized by one simple quotation “All that we love shall fade The blood is stained upon the page If we die, we die as one Absorbed into the final setting sun"

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 23, 2025

As time passes Colors start to blur Empty apologies Forgotten goodbyes Folded up and saved in a box Fading to a time stained keepsake of formative years Stowed on a shelf next to books that were never read A canvas once washed in blood and bile Burnt and scathed Kept hidden in plain sight Like scars and calluses A reminder of a time we use to dream When the sunrise of tomorrow felt like an unwavering promise Now everything is old and grey Like the headstones on the cemetery lawn Inscribed with a quotable phrase to remember us by when we're long gone

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 23, 2025

This room smells of stale smoke Walls stained a muted yellow Decorated by holes from nails once hammered and a table filled with senseless clutter There's tiny particles embedded in the floor No matter how you try to pick them up they still lie beneath the surface As if they were always there and forever will be long after we're gone Like the inevitable end to everything we pursue Gnats ping round and round with no pattern or destination In this focused space that they aimlessly fly There's a question I ask myself Are they that different from me? Amidst the constant chatter There's a high pitched ring That grows louder and louder There's no articulating it but it seems so prolific Like the novelty pieces scattered on the mantle That have no reason but seem to be the only place they belong Dull, lifeless, beauty Endlessly starving for a place to truly rest

Backwashed words and liquor chased phrases Followed by fits of nicotine meandering through the night Agitating the sores on the inside of my mouth My throat’s itching to say something profound The television's projections light up this room Just the elusive glow No explanation as to why it's on but it's comforting to pretend someone is there Objectifying the illusions portrayed on the screen A paralyzing abstraction of nothingness My head swells and my eyes shrivel up as I lie awake yet fast asleep Every minute is an hour and every hour a separate infinity The numbers change but the feeling stays

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 23, 2025

A sound resonates through the halls A rusty creak in the dead of night The ghost of yesteryear A pagan cloaked in black Four winds whir from every corner Chattering leaves in the midnight calm The moon is the only light And the wind is the only voice Telling a foreign tale of cohesion and avidity Nestled in the furrows of a dying tree

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 23, 2025