Longing for the Untold
Time is an ever open wound That never hurts the same twice Twisted shards created by our will Shall open the flesh In ways that may be poetry, or may be mundane Since the shadow of our self is always Longer than our height Since the pride of our self is always Shorter than our pain
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 09, 2026
A deformed identity Crushed by the passing of time And the vulgar human suffering Unable to recognize itself Among the dead flesh imprisioning it A blurred reflection Phantom from an extint reality That slowly fades away Leaving behind a hopeless mourning And a dying sanity Entering into a sea of defeated egos and hopes Whose broken countenances have been molded By the perennial and unavoidable Discipline of time and pain And which are moving disoriented Due to the inertia of mere existence
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 09, 2026
I can glimpse the universe through small windows That are opening from inside of me It's eternal, relentless... In this distorted image I can see distant stars Lost in the absolute blackness Paths that I'll never wander Hidden and denied destinies As I enter into this vastness All becomes more distant and incoherent Everything seems so insignificant from this place From this moment But this instant is all I'll ever have
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 09, 2026
Transcend a fraudulent reality - Let fear and pain penetrate and go through Deconstruct your being - Resign all perishable aspirations Dissociation from all that surrounds you- Become an impassive entity Accept your purpose in this world - You are here to destroy and suffer
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 09, 2026