Apocrypha

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Vicious rumors shake the truth out of my existence, the plague of desperate hope sticking to my spawning thoughts. The arrogance of intellect devoured by reality checks... All the outcomes I've predicted... None have found the here and now. Anyhow... The thread's been cut, my hubris shut. Lessons to be learned... Stare and see - the face of the madman! More than a mask in a play misunderstood. Applaud the scene! So brilliantly staged as in life itself. No flaw! I believed it... Well deceived - the curse of the scared man. The twitching dance to desperation's tune. Crawling down on me - the tears of the sad man. Force-fed insight, that nothing is immune. Ovations for the thespian! Of utmost importance! Waving to the blazing light of the afterlife... As doubtful eyes give lie to the tongue, like a wicked song about to be sung, I peel off the bleeding mask to reveal whats underneath. Howling of agony! For the false grimace has grown on me. Suddenly sane! Rid of pain! Epiphany that struck me way too late! Empty are the seats... No one there to see. Oh the blazing light... No one left but me Slowly risen from the bleakest depths the seeker has found what he needed to find. But the very implication of fulfilling fears are worse to him than being torn to pieces. Torn to pieces! Stare and see - the fate of the mad man! More than a task in a life misunderstood. Down on his knees with the eyes of a dead man, tapping rock bottom for the shards of what was good. Ovations for the thespian! Of utmost importance! Waving to the blazing light of the afterlife... Towards the blazing light!

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025

Still they cry for more... Yeah, they cry for more! No! For what more would you like to see me dying for? Nothing left to give but this empty shell wherein I do live... Down on your knees! You will entertain! Cater to all their needs! My throat tightens to fear's embrace. I carve a knowing smile across my face. Hear, hear me sing in agony! These misstruck notes, all I've left to give! No! For what more would you like to kill me for? Nothing left to take but this empty shell you'll leave in their wake! Indifferent stares... Expecting the spectacle... Plenty more cravings, coveting more! Give them your blood! Another encore! It's what they came for... The flame of the candle snuffed out in silence... Uneasy to handle, the wasted violence... Inbetween it all, mocking defiance! So, here is more! My intestines piling up on the floor! Gorge yourselves! Feast on them! Gluttonously dine! Lest I be forgotten and lost in time...

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025

Fall of the curtain, all it's fabric unraveled! Off! Away! I'll break these shackles! I've been held like this too long! I refuse to be used by you! My true freedom I've won! Fall of the curtain, to an uncertain end. Like the drop of a guillotine's blade forced a silenced lament. I will tear you limb from limb. Your remains won't be found. "Why?", you ask, you fucking piles of shit. Cause I'll swallow every last bit. Fall of the Curtain, to an uncertain end. For all the vain sacrifices made, the only thought spells sheer disregard. Then a muted voice struggling not fade recites an old rhyme, from times old and dark. 'Created long aeons ago. Made from the dust of the ground. Driven by hunger to know. Betrayal profound! Ever in throes of failure. Weakness turned to flesh and blood. Chance to be his own saviour. He'd rather be done with it for good.' Is it a warning to heed? Have I strayed from the path? No, I'm in no doubt! I'll grasp and keep everything I need. This suffocating wrath, will burn it all out!

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025

Once again, ravings spilling from my very own minds basement. A filthy dark hole, so devoid of the needed light. In the dead of night obscenity is revealed. Like blood from a scab that's scratched to never heal. Beguile denial! With a heart rate well increased, so breathlessly. As the beauty fucks the beast, in ecstasy. They dance in hell! Laced with disgrace, such a cold embrace. Under the spell! Disturbed yet camouflaged ilk. Scowl and see! Forbidden odyssey, almost blasphemy. Still foul make-believe. An opportunity for a demonical spree. Poem for the fallen in the words of the sullen. Cold sweat, tingling thoughts of an old threat, terror got her all wet, lecherous sympathy. In the end all it comes down to are dreary memories. So sick of seeing them through, so my choice this time - fucking apathy. All it comes down to in the end. So sick of seeing them through in the end. Fucking apathy. Apathy. They dance in hell... They dance in hell... They dance in...

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025