Backwash

How can you stand yourself when you’ve got no spine This isn’t infinite growth It’s the end of a crumbling road No exceptions to the rule This is how it always was Is it how it always will be? Trickle down Settle down Going down, we’re going down Crushed under an ever-lowering glass ceiling Don’t bite the hand that feeds Until it’s gripped around your neck Living so unsustainably Expected to be thankful as we drink down your backwash If we can’t be used we’ll be trampled underfoot I’m tired of the talk just give it to me straight Your lack of honesty has cost the life of another You are a quisling, conscious enabler All of the power None of the will Green paint smeared on the walls fades Exposing the grey beneath Seeing everything Sharing nothing Softening the words of the cruel Everything’s ruined The world’s collapsing down the middle Flaying the skin from the truth’s back Sandblasting the writing on the wall It’s all water under the bridge But the river has burst its banks I’m lying on a table clinging onto life You’re lying to my face saying it’ll all be fine Tell me how can you stand yourself when you’ve got no spine

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025

A series of words to hide a lesson unlearned Distract and delay the way you prefer Human/inhuman The tether is severed The othering starts This twisted endeavour The pain is forever An insignificant island nation with ideas above its station Are you noticing a pattern? Leaps of logic come dyed in the wool Terminally deluded It’s only yourselves you manage to fool A nation waits Breath baited In the shadow of an obsolete weapon A nation waits Breath baited We hold a blunt knife to the throat of a colossus Slide down the slope, getting ever closer A supernatural veil for a darker reality Their words hide a nuclear wind Like a breeze through chimes Before the storm Before the crossed line A series of words to hide a lesson unlearned Distract and delay the way you prefer Human/inhuman The tether is severed The othering starts This twisted endeavour The pain is forever You see yourself as the hero You’re the only one Barrels (Gun????) to the head in mutual respect The threat rests in the hand not the gun Does it disappoint you to know your version of evil doesn’t exist? Just people in power hiding what’s real You have no idea where this path will end Is it worse to imagine that maybe you do After all you’re only human An insignificant island nation with ideas above its station Are you noticing a pattern? Leaps of logic come dyed in the wool Only yourselves you fooled Does it make it easier to accept To imagine great horns, gnashing teeth, sharp claws, black eyes Absolute power Dooms us all in the end You may only see a rotten flower But it sits atop a stem Roots and soil And to get to where its got to It’s needed water to drink Air to breathe And sunlight on which to feed

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Nov 16, 2025

Worked your way up from nothing But with nothing standing in your way You think you’re measured You think you’re the definition of grace and poise Blind eyes Deaf ears Cross-eyed in the centre ground All these years Dig it up/I’m digging up the hatchet I’m digging up the hatchet ‘cause sometimes words are not enough You always say ‘it’s just your age’ You only say that from your cage Happy with what you’ve got Satisfied with your lot I can’t make you care Let’s let cooler head prevail My heart goes out to you I hear you I understand Please accept this round of applause Please accept these prayers and thoughts Please expect nothing to change Please understand we feel your pain Understand it’s no one’s fault Ynderstand that nothing more can be done Where’s your sense of decorum Where’s your trust in the system They’ve gone the same way as your sense of compassion The same way as your sense of empathy Going, going, going, gone Enough to be happy To live comfortably Enough to close your eyes Enough to never need to ask why Is there a cure for this acute apathy Do you hope you’ll leave this mortal coil Before the horror starts Before the sleeping giant awakens Whether you believe there’s always hope Or you think you’re some kind of misanthrope You take the easy way out to hide the truth unspoken Suppression won’t make us equal If the conversation dies there will be no sequel

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Nov 16, 2025