Liminal Spaces

(All those etchings are stuck in my head) I've been wondering at that sight (at that sight) When grace and spheres collide Sometimes in wheels, sometimes in man: I If spirits breathe (do they breathe?) In geometries unbound (Breathing unbound) Eyes gaze from the grey Leaving me paralysed Stars align in the shade Cast when the wings unfold So, is that what hides beyond veils (beyond veils) When pure volition loves? Choirs within neutron stars Descending, grazing thin air (thin air) While we grasp at the sky (Non euclidean skies) Eyes gaze from the grey Leaving me paralysed Stars align in the shade Cast when the wings unfold And my compass was fine, in retrospection Mirrors hold so much more, than just reflection The face in the bush that pyred before Moses Ezekiel, the ladder, Merkabah Shem Ha Mephorash Shem Ha Mephorash Eyes gaze from the grey Leaving me paralysed Stars align in the shade Cast when the wings unfold

Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 04, 2026

There's a dim-lit verse in every elegy Coloured by electric lights It's the same pathway as all the other times But there's a new hum And as the song of current crackling in thewalls Reached a point where it seemed it rhymed Lilac glowing myopia lines Traced the way I yearned And thin air began to saturate I'm drowning under roaring tidal waves Eyes blind from light tubes, breaking all around me I'm going nowhere, but far away from here Escaping mantras that I won't understand Then like a thunder it rang, even louder And brought this jarring white noise in my ears The static whispers of that pulsing chariot Unveiled me things now stuck inside my tongue Where do I begin? I'm drowning under roaring tidal waves Eyes blind from light tubes, breaking all around me I'm going nowhere, but far away from here Escaping mantras that I won't understand It's festering inside All over again Let me sleep and leave me under Neon lights and everything Pale are lights upon the sonder Felt on trains away from here Every word I bled on paper towel Got lost in the undertow Never meant to leave the sour lips Of my soul's hyperopia Nebula, lay gentle on me Let your hum reach my ears only Nebula, old lullaby Show your stars and overturn me Nebula I'm drifting over roaring tidal waves With wings of light tubes soaring all around me I'm going somewhere, not far away from here Still holding nightmares no one cared to understand

Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 04, 2026

Painting those days through the eyes of a Liar, I swear, it's unreal As if Ulysses faked the sirens' song Trying to reach far back to those words And finding Elijah speaking in tongues Brave, cold-burnt and sore The same as before Dreaming of beyond Hail the crestfallen king With no reign or kin Settling the score with a fistful of flies There's a wavelength of lies That my eyes kept denying I caused fractures in my focus, bending the lens After everything you have done Who knows what went through Judas mind when he bought that rope and Was 30 silver coins enough or has he gone in further debt? Who knows what is the price to pay for letting lies reach our soul? Crumbling down, the temple falls, the veil was rotten all along I know what went through Judas mind when he bought his rope and The 30 silver coins he brought were not enough, he sold his soul I know what is the price to pay for letting lies pollute the soil Crumbling down, crumbling down, crumbling down, all alone Drained, flame-born and torn Braving the storm Waiting for the dawn Pray, oh feathered lost king Stoned like a martyr within Carrying your cross right through statues of salt There's a wavelength of lies That my eyes kept denying I caused fractures in my focus, bending the lens After everything you have done Eyelids made hexagonal Closed to shelter me from you Cast a shadow on the dark page Was there something that I loved Sealed in moments I forgot I still see them when I'm crying Dancing in the corner of my eyes

Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 04, 2026

Observing ghosts from the inside of this box What can transparent bodies shield? Intangible fingers, how can they hold dear? Through tarnished glass, but I see them crystal clear There is no use in drawing scars Onto a grudge or reasons why They’ll naturally flow as molten wax And burn just the same And phantoms, they will lie Since when backstabs became so shy? Their puddles can't remain When pale suns dry their mellow rain And headlights, the two that never part In pairs they come, then go I've breathed goodbyes on plastic walls To ease this longing out of my lungs There is no use in drawing scars Onto a grudge or reasons why They’ll naturally flow as molten wax And burn just the same And phantoms, they will lie Since when backstabs became so shy? Their puddles can't remain When pale suns dry their mellow rain But I'm not without sin And I can't cast this stone No, I'm not without sin Kyrie Eleison Kyrie Eleison And phantoms, they will lie Since when backstabs became so shy? Their puddles can't remain When pale suns dry their mellow rain

Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 04, 2026

I want you to see This civil empathy Misanthropic in its nature And still we let it stick upon our skin Ever so, so pleased by its symmetry We go on and on 'Till we find our place below the stream Five ill vultures Now entombed They fly over me Yet they fall Vibrate out of synchrony Venom rushing, flowing, raising The fool's entropy Restless talon Clutching nothing but the remnants Of what I am Adrift by now Five ill vultures Now entombed They fly over me Yet they fall First of them all derision came (derision) And the callous serpents followed next In the midst of illness found my nest (illness) Grief and fear of self I put to rest Then freedom Five ill vultures Now entombed They fly over me Yet they fall

Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 04, 2026

You found me in the junkyard, lenses torn and broken screen A few remaining memories, grainy like they were on film Crash landed satellites Covered in moss Frame after frame, reels of art galleries Record light on angels, high, watching over miseries Not different from the ones Cathode hearts bear Our bond glows more than starlight, halogen fire Burning dancers, ions, sang our vows I gave in to hindsight, caged my fright Through iodine diodes, phasing hearts Glowing plasma Adding Sigma Our idyllium Burning helium Our bond glows more than starlight, halogen fire Burning dancers, ions, sang our vows I gave in to hindsight, caged my fright Through iodine diodes, phasing hearts To tell apart, friction and erosion Meteor stone has to turn to skin Tape runs fast, pure warmth in motion Coils of us, do you remember? All that starlight, the halogen fire? Burning dancers, ions, sang our vows I gave in to hindsight, caged my fright Through iodine diodes, phasing hearts

Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 04, 2026

Broken hands are never full But I won't hear ticks like nearing steps Juggling tasks, now two, then four (five, six) A puzzle, recursive, spiraling in Time is ticking again And I am dreading stillness Horror vacui Living defined by how much we compromise And it feels like I’m just burning out (I'm burning out) ‘Till the fuse will scorch I’ll let the candle glow (candle glow) Pushing ‘till the heat inside will rise (and it will rise) But at least there will be light until the Sun goes out Oh, scratch that, we start anew Now ask the night and hear the sun reply With things I've heard The vicar of my flickering sleep deny The haste, ignite the words Play down that bag under your eye If idle hands do devil's work My fingers burn of seraph warmth Time is ticking again And I am dreading stillness Horror vacui Living defined by how much we compromise And it feels like I’m just burning out (I'm burning out) ‘Till the skin will rot I’ll let the cancer grow (cancer grow) Pushing ‘till the light inside will starve (and it will starve) But at least there will be dark until the Sun comes out The amount of ink required to fill my blanks, gargantuan Flows and boils untamed, filing reams on reams I feel near my rest, but then a heartbeat rush says otherwise Head on desk once more, until the feather snaps And it starts again Still we are Like birds of paper Through the flame Thrown and thrown again Still we are Like birds of paper Through the flame Thrown and thrown again

Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 04, 2026

You would think I’d know of nighttime Met its overwhelming ways But I have come to terms with stigmas Of not knowing why I ache Symphonies of Melancholia Something Dürer could've drawn Sehnsucht bastard, traitors my dreams Missing faces never known Trying to find my way through streets with no history in them But with my name drawn on every sign Longing for the warmth under the lights of a sleeping city Constant nail in my mind And I swear, it feels like it is a place I’ve seen before Or a time spent with faceless ghosts Blurred icon of a thing that’s never been So it's this how wake dysphoria (dysphoria) Glorifies our needs in dreams Escapist my Alethеia (Aletheia) Was it real or was I not? Somеthing here reeks of ammonia (ammonia) Words in corners of the streets As the organs tune to Gloria (Gloria) In cathedrals yearning built Trying to find my way through streets with no history in them But with my name drawn on every sign Longing for the warmth under the lights of a sleeping city Constant nail in my mind And I swear, it feels like it is a place I’ve seen before Or a time spent with faceless ghosts Blurred icon of a thing that’s never been Longing for warmth in my mind And I swear it feels like I have seen it before

Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 04, 2026

I was born at winter's ending In the presence of walls and bell towers I came here as Hale-Bopp crossed the skies Born of frozen flames crowning that traveling light And when it split the sky The fearless star sang I feel massive, above my scars Distant mountains still call for my name Will this river flow from my skin? Will I be massive, standing over you? Hide away, hide away whitefly For winter sings where blight can’t reach For all the scars to come We have left a rhyme Of a deciduous son I feel massive, above my scars Distant mountains still call for my name Will this river flow from my skin? Will I be massive, standing over you? And if my rope's end will knot I will hang higher than you And therefore feathers won't rot Like leaves they hide the way where I have gone For all the scars to come We’ve left a rhyme I feel massive, above my scars Distant mountains still call for my name Will this river flow from my skin? Will I be massive, standing over you?

Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 04, 2026

Surely I'm seemingly recovering, yet playing the same game In an old lonely arcade hall, painted in scales of grey I'm inserting more coins, I've always had more to spare A paranoid addicted to pills labeled "what if they" Always been both hunted and hunter I'm too much to settle, enough to stay for a while Put 5 over pump "mine" And I'll wait at the bus stop anyway These halls they gain a shade of teal (am I alive?) They take me where I won't be rеal (anymore) The neon lights flood еvery tile with reasons to turn back Then why am I stuck in this space, liminal like me I dare to gaze in the abyss, I just wish there was someone to stare back I am left with the truth that a hole is just absence painted black And I want to crack these lights Turn the vacuum inside out Let the dawn break on its own Breath in every shard of glass These halls they gain a shade of teal (am I alive?) They take me where I won't be real (anymore) The neon lights flood every tile with reasons to turn back Then why am I stuck in this space, liminal like me Tears fester in wounds of grudge Bitterness gives birth to spite Salt and ichor grow Until they calcificate Stalagmites of hate Tears fester in wounds of grudge Bitterness gives birth to spite Salt and ichor grow Until they calcificate Stalagmites of hate Tears fester in wounds of grudge Bitterness gives birth to spite Salt and ichor grow Until they calcificate Stalagmites of hate

Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 04, 2026