Pale Iris

A false moon appeared A mimic or a mirror Like two coins in the sky Covering the eyes of a corpse Lunar dead ringer The world doesn’t know we are here And God is indifferent His finger on the sun A needle to the fire A bullet between the eyes Two coins in the sky There’s blood inside this void I swallow No one left to breach or follow I’m dreaming inside your head I find the lie that leaves me ruined The earth will close into a pale iris Inside the black is a deeper dark within nothing Acolytes of predetermined cycles Defecting to a lie of free will A needle to the fire A bullet between the eyes of the world Like two coins in the sky There’s blood inside this void I swallow No one left to breach or follow I’m dreaming inside your head I find the lie that leaves me ruined Flooding out a secret hollow Inside the well is a deeper hole and it grows I’m dreaming inside your head I find the lie that leaves me ruined Dried souls beseech the bluest void Empty bones seek sinew Return to the dirt Catalyst to chaos, remaining hope is shed I hate the truth of my capacity for ruin (Into nothing) Inheriting the chaos of creation from the fire (Into nothing) I let these thoughts live in me and bring about the end Flooding out a secret hollow Inside the well is a deeper hole There’s blood inside this void I swallow No one left to breach or follow I’m dreaming inside your head I find the lie that leaves me ruined Flooding out a secret hollow Inside the well is a deeper hole and it grows I’m dreaming inside your head I find the lie that leaves me ruined Two coins in the sky Inside the black is a deeper dark within nothing

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Feb 25, 2026