Immanence
Veteris super massive feeds and feeds on young world around, This cold cognitive current gets warmer every time unit on the scale of void itself. Maggots of dragons of dirt are reigning the world, society’s collapsing – new is born, It tramples down the vision’s sprouts so it would not interfere. Expansion goes throughout the world, dirt’s done, little left alone. But at the same moment on the surface caterpillars becomes butterflies. We pour the hours to altar So our children can gather it all, And with every jar It is becoming whole. We pour our hours to altar And our children gather the tides, Still water isn’t enough anymore But worms still don’t need eyes.
Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025
Time slowly cripples my skin, skins me whole. My bitter thirst, I need to feed. This prison allows me only glimpse, through the keyhole. My lump of dirt, falls to the void. Snake made of dreadful stone curled around. I scream. Everything's looped on itself. Who left me here? Walls with carnivorous grin, They’re getting close. Writhing in a blinding pain, in vain. Illusions of night be my feast Matter’s grindstone has stopped at least Time doesn’t chew my image here But comes the light and my pit appears deeper Where did theese objects come from? I don't remember how I get here. I need to find a way home, Before my dust goes with unconcerned wind.
Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025
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Form from the formless Without the guide In reject of the laws. Engulf. Instill. I can see. I can hear. I’m not pure And that I have to endure I can lie, crawl and fly I can brake and take I’m not pure. Fuse into completeness With greed and lust In embrace of distress And filth. Banned from the gumption. Burnt under (the) light. Can it be (so) (that) I’m alone? Stare with your young eyes Onto the filled sheet of your wisdom Which is becoming blank with every lasting second. My life has begun.
Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025
I breathe light I grasp air Feed on sound Feel the glare Tartly breathing squelching light with barely loud eyes of mine. Frailly grasping specs of putrid air with my entire blight. Prey and feed on spoiled sound without a trace in the dead of night. Cannot feel the blinding image of universal glaring sight.
Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025
Too bright, too cold No way to know what's to unfold Undone, untold Time is always seems too short Tightness between us Every second risks to burst, Fall to pieces Do we decide who will be first Too long, too short All these measures are a vice, Distance for running Forms (from) how much you sacrifice Those who ever touch the air just want a chance to breathe Bother And fall just more beneath When a dead weight crumbles the world Just a few words are needed to be told
Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025