The Crimson Corridor

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We are the Ship of Theseus Singular and all A sum drawn to the surface By the fragments we recall We are the Ship of Theseus Composed of flesh and bone An atypical anomaly Unfolding on its own A lost singularity sprawls out over time Searching for the space where dimensions can combine A lost singularity sprawls out over time Searching for the place where everything will become nothing Nothing Nothing Nothing Nothing Nothing can ever stay the samе Nothing can ever stay the samе Nothing can ever stay the same Nothing can ever stay the same Disrupted function Collapse the waveform Disrupted function Collapse the waveform Disrupted function Collapse the waveform Disrupted function Collapse the waveform This is the Ship of Theseus (We are) fragments of the frame Composing a new identity From the prototypal remains

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Feb 20, 2026

Here but not here, torn from the axis Torn from the axis, here but not here We’re unable to awake And we’ve forgot that we are sleeping We’re unable to awake And we’ve forgot that it’s a dream A shell within a shell… within a shell…within a shell... Within a shell… in a disguise We’re unable to awake And we’ve forgot that we are sleeping We’re unable to awake And we’ve forgot that it’s a dream Pulled from a dream into another dream Croatoan Croatoan Pulled from a dream into another dream Croatoan Croatoan Pulled from a dream into another dream Croatoan Croatoan Pulled from a dream into another dream Croatoan Croatoan

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Feb 20, 2026

The round of robins Hunted down the hawk They were high on honey From the lion's skull The robins' beaks were sharpened The hawk's claws were not They tore it into pieces Singing "arise to fall" The sky was screaming As it rained feathers and bones Collective dreaming We're all one and alone In the beak of the raven Hangs the rabbit's child Shrieking in terror Before its mother's eyes Mother leapt in vengeance Her mind aflame She drove her dull teeth Deep in that raven's neck The sky was screaming As it rained feathers and bones Collective dreaming We're all one and alone Her mind was screaming As it rained feathers and bones Collective dreaming The all-one is alone Scurry to cower Behind your throne The last to die will live alone Calling out to speak with ghosts In the end The birds will build nests With your hair and bones With your hair and bones You'll die upon a throne You'll die upon a throne You were the last to die And lived alone You are the final ghost And the birds sing songs To the tears in the sky

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Feb 20, 2026

The reaper’s robes were thrown upon me O’ I wore the reaper’s robes A sickle to cut our consciousness from us Life and death adorn its blade The snath a crutch to prop us up A pillar to brace the crushing weight of our final mortal transition I am sorry your end was so violent I am sorry for the form in which it came I was there but I wasn’t there for you You were scared and couldn’t hear my voice There was so much fear in your eyes Sensing what was to come Your bones like broken glass As I held you in my arms I felt the life leave your skin I watched the light leave your eyes Shortly after your last breath Tears rain from my empty eyes They crash upon your vacant form

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Feb 20, 2026

A signal is born from a crooked womb Into the hands of the chemical sea It writhes forward towards the Pharos To infect the corpus and revive the fear When sorrow’s seed awakes in me it takes dominion inside my head A numb abyss of helplessness authors the visions it embeds The change begins as I stand within the crimson corridor I bite off my lip and I clench my fists screaming “Cut it all away, cut it all away!” Screaming… The path is lit, I am drawn to it The crimson corridor Eternal recurrence Lowered slowly into the jaws of dread Crushed between its teeth Suffocating

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Feb 20, 2026

The snapping of strings Strange rhythms in sounds A reminder to us that all things must end I feel the Sword of Damocles staring down at me A flower blooms in the final act of self preservation The mountain and the sky They collide before the river’s eyes Delusions drain us of safety Our foundation is rotting Creatures crawl out confused The cycle continues From the season of loss to the season of life It is in the transitions Grind and puncture Reform to return Cycles and seasons Rеform to pass through Drawing your first breath The last leaf to fall touchеs the ground and turns day to night Cycles and seasons relapse It is in the transitions

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Feb 20, 2026

I watched the heathen plead to the the sky I watched the convert curse God as he died I watched the ghost wandering without a guide No form to abide I watched perfection put on a disguise I watched the honest speak only in lies I watched the mirrors and saw only things I despised that Lie behind my eyes I watched the rebels argue the rules I watched the builders abandon their tools I watched the heroes feed the innocent to the wolves Laughing like fools I watched the valiant tremble at night I watched the pious choke on the light I watched the dead star reform and ignite The seeker takes flight I am the observer I am nothing more I watched the heathen plead to the the sky I watched the convert curse God as he died I watched the ghost wander lost without a guide No form to abide I watched perfection put on a disguise I watched the honest speak only in lies I watched the mirrors and saw only things I despised that Lie behind my eyes I am the observer I am nothing more I am nothing’s form

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Feb 20, 2026

Mother whispered to the water Trembling she made her plea Turned and said “I love you” Then she fed me to the sea Father took me into the forest Tied me to a tree Smiled and said “I love you” Then watched the wolves devour me “O’ when the pale white moonlight fills their eyes The animals get hungry” Creator and Destroyer become one The rings of Saturn shroud your mind’s eye Sickle, Scythe and Harpe Curse of Cronus

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Feb 20, 2026

Descending arise Transitioning tides Of circling eyes Burst into light before me The unwinding mortal coil Makes its home beneath the soil Now separate from its riders will To be broken down and then rebuilt again Process falls apart The end of the start As death feeds the ground Lifes born and bows in reverence The unwinding mortal coil Makes its home beneath the soil Now separate from its riders will To bе broken down and then rebuilt again As it feeds on you Whеn your time has come A doorway to descend With decay and rot We fade into fear Towards an endless hum Rub our failing eyes They don’t see or sense All the ruin of life Why do we exist? Bloom and decay The game is displayed The lost star awakes And quickly it takes another form

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Feb 20, 2026

If I were to unbind in body or in mind I will never be gone just difficult to find I will find my way back to you after I have shed my skin Now the host must change, it’s atoms rearrange Yet through the chaos and pain, the rider shall remain I will find my way back to you after i have shed my skin If i were to unbind, in body or in mind (let it be not cause for sadness) I will never be gone, just difficult to find (may you be as brave as you are kind) Now the host must change, it’s atoms rearrange (Cast anger from your mind) Yet through the chaos and pain, the rider shall remain I will find my way back to you after i have shed my skin I will be with you always I will follow the web back to you We are the web Long live the web

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Feb 20, 2026