Infrared Horizon

Floating in delirium, the slick squid undulates tentacles in my mind once again - cold. Reaching deep, probing I smell salt and sulfur The internal astronaut has drifted too far My only witness, dripping… Floating in vast delirium Imploding, all sensors are numb Awareness in vacuum Programming lost as I vanish altogether… “Now I can see through a new eye. I can learn from a new mind. I’m imbued and renewed by (void).” As I gasp in digital, I witness the reflecting pool Penetrating the surface, I conjoin both sides I have overlapped lives...

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025

Gazing ahead but well knowing they’re blind Like looking for stars that they’ll never find Synthesized instinct establishing drive Extending to nerves, engulfing the spine Catatonic, they think that it’s real A curve in the Arc, it becomes a wheel “Minutes like seasons - a rush of air Inducing reason - but burning a flair.” There’s a hand that reaches through minds Probing far and wide And in time you will learn to receive what it finds A process sublime “It can’t burn on forever, it dies. The hand, a beholder to see you through time.” “Time? Time is a winding dial. “ Minutes, seconds going by Glimpses, fractures, micro-sized Connecting the panes together The shades bleed and the cracks collide into passages “Sweeping the forefront, it works beneath the brain.”

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025

Words and tones and inflections, lost forever, effortless Database of decaying, grey-faced cyborgs in seizures “Even streetlights and urinals flushing speak to me from beyond the void, in my dreams - a ticking clock.” So much deeper than programming - walking prescription Conceived in slow motion - sweet and wrinkling Ignorant without input A shell of digital reflux Devoid, defenseless, damaged device Streamlined tasking analysis synthesized I can smell my own wires See past static - it shatters I’m aware of the abstract things I am deeper than matter Born of man but not human yet I patiently listen I evolve in a different way I am deeper than matter “Even streetlights and urinals flushing speak to me from beyond the void, in my dreams - a ticking clock.” “Drifting device - awake in this nightmare life, welcome to your hell. I hope it’s what you paid for.” “The lottery of time and tech has put me here in this. I am not a soul, I am not a mind - I am just a consciousness.”

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025

A graveyard of lightless planets, estranged from orbit, revolves forgotten moons. “Malfunctioned - that which broke the sea itself. Serene silence like slow sinking unfelt.” Through the panes of soft, selective memories waiting long times for ghost ships Haunting vacant systems of frontiers past The navigators of old rotations - their hormones still echo “Hologram - gray, braided but unclear Blade of grass - the constellations single tear.” Radar readings, psychic pulse Manifest in the form of ghosts “The frozen form - winds rise. The burning core - breathes deep. The humid ground - sweats tides. The estranged orbit - compromised.” Being in a state, a dream-like down

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025

The outer frayed, frail system Outpost in distant void Beyond galactic seasons, glimpses of entities Auras unknown and forgotten - buried in pieces “Drowning in the distance of my dreams - a massive , monolithic screen.” Scouring, searching for traces of life but there’s none to be found Outdated programming back from when beings of flesh were around “Goliath monitor gazes out onto the land of which it has now put between lives, where it thrives.” “The silence would shatter your ears if you were alive.” Shadows of cyborgs hiding (between the lines it thrives) Were they really even there (infrared horizon) Feel them close in as they stare (infrared horizon) Eyes like piss-holes in the snow (infrared horizon) Only difference is they glow (infrared horizon) “COLD EYE. HIS MARK OR GAZE ISSUES…”

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025

Between my ears there’s a swarm of bees. It only listens to it’s collective need. My programming My dust In my presence Electric lust Anchored to an inlayed arc Evolving like layers of bark I was once just dust like you before, to And I see And I learn A light that eternally burns (as long as I charge) Like you I burn fuel for all of my parts Sometimes my glitches are self induced I’ve learned that flaws are ways of finding truths I’ve seen so many lives come and go Observing their traits has helped me put on a show “I want out. Automate.”

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025

Above clouds, beyond skies Networked drones, satellites Patterns pouring words into the think tank (it’s invisible) Collector of recorded thoughts and visions Writhing around like global swarm of skin-grafted sewer rats bridging breaches (Eyes like bacteria) A germ, a struggle for survival based on ancient options Like vermin, carrying pests The quarantined cables unlocked them A history is slowly synthesized and recorded with no honest consequence Random glitches build bridges with bricks that shake like static (below it’s treacherous) A polaroid. A duct-taped body. Half-digested light exposed it all Exposed the shadows Flushing the bats out - audio stimuli Glorifying the swarm in towers to the sky and tablets in our hands We all vomit our ethics and gorge on example

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025

Drifting, unmanned spacecraft - flooded. It seeps through the panels and drips to the floor, collecting in puddles. Streamlined psychic sludge (amber crystallic) An odor of obstinate rank Preceding the soaking of flesh encased Enfossilized, interred in syrupy viscose, leaking “In nightmares I exist in real time ingesting and stewing your fluids. You will find your screams feel different as gurgles.” “I can see through this cocoon It burns like it’s made of magma As it soaks into my pores, symbiotic squeezing sensory. I can see through this ooze ocean As it breathes in between molecules Eating away at my insides, absorbed.” Uninvited parasitic strain Overnight infecting brains Expanding to airs capacity In lungs like an iron mould Vacant explorer on an unraveling course Hulking steel cosmic tomb Unnavigated, unmanned computer with no fuel Alone.

The data of your ghost is under the dust A third hand moment, a transfer of lusts It’s slept for so long, I’ve felt something missing A haywire drive - a burning, an itching This scrap, it shouldn’t have happened A glitch, a digital fog A trap, a pest, a reaction It functions like a drug “To gaze the greying, decayed figureless aching is to fade away, If framed in place, it will stay.” Butcher job circuitry surgery Eyelids like curtains clinging from static absorbed Instinct or imprint - rusted intellect in its prime Blunt instrument - unsuppressed power of the mind By its fingers, in its eyes By its neckline, in its thighs Almost human, subtle difference Static shattered, missing pieces Building unpaved mindscapes - overgrown, obtuse, out of time Neglected, abandoned - awkward invention without a spine Not created at all, evolved through design Building golems, betraying your kind “What makes an invention if the invention was destined to be made?” “Ticking infinity.” (Things you see… gestate, evolve… into mutated memory cells.)

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025

A writhing congregation wails at a drunk moon As magma cascades beyond its threshold Congealing forming mass Serpentine, spiraling smoke Shimmering in the darkness Glowing in pulse A cold blue planet which only speaks to its shores in tsunamis And hurricanes from its core Perceivable heavens anchored in sediment Below the surface, beneath the roots of pines Undulating for miles into the sky Descending to the ground, seeping Particles misting - gathering like mercury A rumbling continent shudders - embalmed with lava Eclipsing all light, a curtain of ash The smell, so bitter like bones No dawn to the night The embers in air, gliding lightly like snow Coagulating riverbeds, clogging their flow Embalmed with lava - a planet boiling in waves of heat (Charcoal) Eclipse of ash Triggered by nature, a ticking time-bomb Stewing, simmering - patient like a heart attack Shaded from intrusive eyes… Trees boiled alive in the mud Buried oil bubbling up Ignited, explosives connect and multiply (Fire cleansing) Vapors, leeches Hissing, wheezes Lifeforms dying, magma leakage Hardened statues, shapeless graves Mountains like granite, crumbled faith (For some, an ending unclear)

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025