The Illustrated Man

No matter how the story goes, The world you knew is just a ghost. The future life is now at stake. Don’t make again the same mistake. So here we go: another take The tale is dead, long live the tale.

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025

Land of silver scrolls is now ready for a war, Masters of eternity are craving still for more. They will crush those enemies and swallow them alive. Come along, you coward, or you’ll lose your crooked life. Your mind is twisted, And now we have to fix it. The concrete mixer, It’s here, the concrete mixer. Join in, coward, there’s nowhere to hide. Beware disgrace, forget your pride. Dodge, run and hide and all over again. Beware the chase, don’t fear the pain. Masters of eternity, oh run for your own lives. Commercials and advertisements will drain you alive. Land of silver scrolls is now lying far away, Land of silver screens will now make you fall and slave. Your mind is twisted, And now we have to fix it. The concrete mixer, It’s here, the concrete mixer. Slowen your pace down and there – you are slain! Beware the chase, don’t fear the pain. Dodge running on, but there’s nowhere to hide. Beware the chase, forget your pride. Your mind is twisted, And now we have to fix it. The concrete mixer, It’s here, the concrete mixer. Slowen your pace down and there – you are slain! Beware the chase, don’t fear the pain. Dodge running on, but there’s nowhere to hide. Beware the chase, forget your pride.

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025

We let the Jacks out of the box, It’s our streets that they now walk. When I meet my friend and neighbour Late night in a bar, When I get home to my wife, Then how do I guess who you are? Does your heart go tick? (take it apart and unscrew it) Let me touch your skin… (soft and reusable plastic) Let me see your eyes… (what do you see through your lenses) Let me feel your heart! You broke the loyalty you swore, You called it war, so now it’s war. As I meet my friend and neighbour: «Can I feel your pulse?» As I face my mirror image, Easy to guess who you are. Does your heart go tick? (get in your box and lie down) Let me hear you voice… (silence, don’t utter a sound) Let me see your eyes… (close them and don’t look around) Let me stop your heart! Does your heart go tick? (take it apart and unscrew it) Let me touch your skin… (warm and reusable plastic) Let me close your eyes… (why should you see through your lenses) Let me stop your heart! You don’t stop my heart!

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025

See those dots on the horizon? Beasts have broken from the cage. We strove for bright future, Struggled towards the golden age. Raise your head, there’s no more crying Over blood already spilt. There’s one thing to teach them – Teach them how to slay and kill. In the blank deserted sky vultures swirl. Black’s the round to mark a death below. Masks of family connection Bring but minutes of relief. Fake smiles and pretenses – This is how they act and live. Push it harder, throw a tantrum, Get all what is yours to get. You followed the order: Parents perished, lions fed. In the blank deserted sky vultures swirl. Lock the door and hold it harder, my girl. Age of innocence – Remember how it felt? In your eyes now I see the scorching veldt, Dusty, yellow, sun-dried, hungry, Nothing but the veldt. Down is all authority to obey. You’re the predator which means I’m prey. Turn around, Take off your lion pelt. In your eyes now I see the yellow veldt, Hungry, scorching, sun-dried, dying, Nothing but the veldt.

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025

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Gone with every broken age, Forgotten tales and new. Take your eyes off the crumpled page, Let stories grow in you. Let them live in your breath, Speak with your tongue, Sing your voice! Write each story down Like it’s never been done. I’m Plato, I’m Einstein, I’m Darwin word by word! I’m Lincoln, I’m Gandhi, We’re books that are left in this world. Pages burn and after that Even ash is bound to burn. Take your eyes off the yellow page. Well, now it’s time we learn. Stories live in your breath, They speak all tongues, Sing all voices. Write each one down Like it’s never been done. I’m Plato, I’m Einstein, I’m Darwin word by word! I’m Lincoln, I’m Gandhi, Only books that are left in this world. Stories live in your breath, Stories speak all tongues. Come on, Write each one down Like it’s never been done. I’m Plato, I’m Einstein, I’m Darwin word by word! I’m Lincoln, I’m Gandhi, Only books that are left in this world.

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025

You have managed summer checks, Yet another trial, Every drop of autumn wine Reeking of denial. Summer skies grow dim and grey Poisoned by the lights. Yes, you face another day Haunted by the night. Past the road of mishap, Sober and forlorn, In another desperate chase Of another storm. Rise up and welcome it In your final feat. You are both the lightning And a shield from it. Chorus 1: Do you think you can say the unspoken? Do you think you can mend what is broken? Do you even know what you’re dealing with? Do your little tricks ever work? Thunderstorm would follow you Even if you fled. Electric river’s going wild In its iron bed. Rise up and welcome it In your final feat. You are both the lightning And the shield from it. Do you think you can say the unspoken? Do you think you can mend what is broken? Do you even know what you’re dealing with? Do your little tricks ever work? Do you think you can save the unspoken? Do you think you can keep what is broken? Do you think your prayer can heal us? Is it you who brings the storm?

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025

The first dawn of June keeps one person awake, Invisible orchestra’s ready to play. One little magician takes care of all chores. Dim morning rises, and now it’s his turn. Morning’s here, so wake from your sleep, It’s for you to savour and keep. One after one they obey his command, The town of summer now lies in his hand. From the stories of human To the tales of divine. Dragonfly of these summer days Floating in my amber wine. The leaves turn to yellow and times comes to part, Yet every bottle saves drops of the past – Best of adventures and finest red cherries, Small shards of magic to gather and cherish. One-two-three and stars fade away, Warm wind comes, swings, whispers and sways. Then one after one they obey my command, Realm of no winter still lies in my hand. From the stories forgotten To the ones told anew. Summer ends, yet its light stays, It remains hidden in you. From the stories of human To the tales of divine. Dragonfly of these summer days Floating in dandelion wine.

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025

When lost, Don’t follow her path. All bonds of present and past get cut. Anger’s a pain-soaked root. When lost, Don’t follow her path in the woods. All the old colours, Faded and sullen, Now are on your skin. Trade your own soul, Empty and shallow, Trade with her kin. Feel your old tortures, Freezing and scorching, Never the same. Play your old roles, Borrowed and stolen, Rusty and lame. Cut in deeper, Hell of a woman with fingers of needles. Feel no sorrow, Paint a sequel, weave in a story. Cut in, knit it, Make my skin brighter, make the seams neater. Show me your silver, Show me the colour of pain! When lost, Don’t follow her path. All bonds of present and past get cut. Anger’s your mask and your part. When lost, Don’t trade for her craft and her art. Sketches fit in – Future stories of anger and pity, Full and hollow, All intertwined in a picture to follow. Pain and hatred – Characters feel what you have created. Show me your crimson, Show me the colour of lust! Pain will linger, Witch of a woman with needles of fingers. Raw and covered, Cryptic spells of despair and courage. Cut in, sew it, Mend my own skin with the patches of soul. Show me your yellow, Show me the colour of hate! Sketches fit in – Future stories of anger and pity, Full and hollow, All intertwined in a picture to follow. Pain and hatred – Characters feel what you have created. Show me your silver, Show me the colour of pain!

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025

I’m holding an empty gun in my hand, Just one empty gun to slay nightmares of hell. It takes one shot, one sound to beat them. Only one thing, which one can it be? Lead’s no good, You will need another bullet to shoot. In the mirror I see wicked faces, Each one even older, Each one blank and mean. In the mirror I see evil strangers. Touch the crippled patterns All they are is me. Look at this cripple, look at this slave. He hardly can creep on, he cannot escape! I load a smile in the gun in my hand, I load a smile, it’s all that I have. Is this… Is this enough – Yellow moon that is split into half? Hear the little whisper: «Better safe than sorry. Take advice, go home, There’s no chance you can win» Tales keep circling, Time to end the story, Find the perfect ending, To get done with the witch. Load your smile Aim and shoot your smile In the mirror I see evil strangers. Touch the crippled patterns All they are is me. Tales keep circling, Time to end the story, Find the perfect ending, To get done with the witch.

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025

Gears turn, gears grind the time. Plastic face, a mechanic heart. Does your flesh make you who you are? Does my face make my being a crime? Just let me go, I’m begging you: enough, And I’m not half the human that you are Just let me live, I need no other prize. You’re wearing my face that’s mirrored in your eyes. Locked in the box, Bent down and wretched, All that I want is just no strings attached. I close my eyes: Darkness wipes the pain. Electric rivers drill their way Inside my veins Butterfly spreads electric wings. Is the butterfly my dream Or am I his? Box is closed, time’s an endless snake. Lying in my coffin, will I ever wake? Summer turns, slowly fade the leaves. Mortal thing, will you let me live? Just let me go, I’m begging you: enough! And I’m not half the human that you are. Just let me leave, I need no other prize. I never stole the face that’s mirrored in your eyes. Locked in the box, Bent down and wretched, All that I want is just no strings attached. Gears turn, Gears cut the strings. In return for what I’ve lost What do they bring? In my garden electric flowers bloom. Is this world my promised fate Or my doom? Just let me go, I’m being you: enough. And I’m not half the human that you are Just let me live, I need no other prize. You’re wearing my face that’s mirrored in your eyes. Locked in the box, Bent down and wretched, All that I want is just no strings attached. Butterfly slowly spreads its wings. Is the butterfly my dream Or am I his? Now in my house another person lives. Is this man my evil twin Or am I his?

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025

Only breathe when she tells you to breathe, She can make you keep quiet or laugh. Stranger’s voice in your head is repeating: «You are going to be in love». Feel your own lips whisper somebody’s words, then Someone’s eyes stare through yours. Song in the sky, Drop in the creek, Voice in the wishing well. Somebody else, Never herself. Is there anywhere she will be led, Or the stray will remain stray? Stranger’s voice still sings in your head, That today’s gonna be the day. Find your own lips whisper somebody’s words, then Someone’s eyes stare through yours. Song in the sky, Drop in the creek, Voice in the wishing well. Somebody else, Never herself. Toll for the morn, Toll for the wake, Pulse in the veins, Toll, bell! Somebody else, Never herself. Step away, stir up and now the spell is gone. Empty shells are left to their own wishes. Where’re you headed, when will you return? No one reads the mind of the April witch. Toll for the morn, Toll for the wake, Pulse in the veins, Toll, bell! Somebody else, Never herself. Song in the sky, Drop in the creek, Voice in the wishing well. Somebody else, Never herself.

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025

The author found his perfect pitch. No matter how you ask and preach, Pray for the heroes to survive, A perfect world, a perfect lie, You’re always back to the first line: The witch is dead… Long live the witch!

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025

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