Vanitas

We live our meaningless lives And like all others we'll die meaningless deaths We have allowed ourselves to wander all the time Reaching no end, we've made it our birthright O brethren, don't you deny How small we've become Even the ones with their heads in the clouds Get them cut off at last Their great expectations reduced To the most average goals in their sorry lives We've been wandering all our lives Lost in woods, dancing in mist Down the crooked path we walked with eyes towards the Sun Now floating downstream I choćbyś próbował ile sił I tak porwie cię miernoty rynsztok Przeminiesz

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Feb 07, 2026

Persevering in the world of bias Reality of exclamation marks Where mediocrity becomes the new extraordinaire All in rapture Before another golden calf Long has man squandered his dignity Gone are the last vestiges of virtue All value erased By laudations of weakness No one dares to call by name Higher! We fan the flame When all profoundness seems to be but a cause long lost And relativism seems to have no end Instead of keeping our intentions pure We play the same old guessing game And no one cares the stakes have never been high for us We are all losers at the end of the day Seeking comfort in feverish laughter Hopelessly pretending someone else Higher! We fan the flame Dalej We fan the flame

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Feb 07, 2026

Some are banned from knowing life as it is Others know it way too well Some lives are bound to dim away too fast While others are doomed to vainly last Forced out of their mothers' wombs Taking path of least resistance While others keep on measuring the void For days on end As here and now becomes a waiting room For a brighter dawn Which doesn’t seem to come We keep on waking up in a purgatory Which is turning Into the burial ground of ours As future evaporates We find ourselves stuck in a moment On our way to eternity Sometimes it's the act of running Straight into the flames And burning oneself to death That makes the life worth living And matter in the bigger picture On a larger scale In a wider context

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Feb 07, 2026

Burnt leaves Moist Earth And ever colder evenings Birds are flying low Beating of a drum, chime of a bell October falls Trembling hands Faces so pale Into the pharynxes of hell We fall

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Feb 07, 2026

The pendulum swings And with each swing a longer shadow is cast We belong to the world of matter And as dust we will become one with the ground Seizing days, taking all for granted Bred to consume, not to experience All surface, no substance We're leaving but ash behind Like a nebula we haunt Like a whirlwind of randomness blind Traceless for the world to come Transient forevermore Flesh falls, no ghost lifts Terror, fear, repulsion and awe Shall fill the hearts of men When death's sickle is risen To bring the ultimate orgasm of life As climax begets climax Iron is driven through flesh Teeth decay, body turns pale Cadaverine scent fills the air Miotamy się za życia jak dusza Co nie może wyzwolić się od ciała* A ciało ciąży niby brzemię Trudno odrzucić świata zalotne uroki Przepędzić jak mary, w nieistnienie Gdy za jakiś czas przyjdzie nam spotkać śmierć Gdzieś na skraju życia, które dobiega końca Czy będziemy w stanie spojrzeć jej prosto w oczy W których odbije się to, co po sobie zostawiliśmy? Vanitas in excelsis Et omnia vanitas

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Feb 07, 2026

I summon hyenas, flies and vultures Leftovers will make you foam at mouths Sharpen your tusks or just circle 'round this excrement of natural selection Come all ye scribes and eye witnesses A record will be set in forcing open doors Subject to dispute by the most exquisite Pimps of reason and lowlifes of all sorts Everyone shines so perfectly With the reflected light, having burned their own out And it feels way better to see deep blue oceans Instead of the reeking cesspool of life It's gold rush with no gold left whatsoever A feat in mining out of the barren Earth Burrowing deep through infertile soil Delving into the dried riverbed A paradox that keeps the world turning We last in love of the life we truly hate

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Feb 07, 2026

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Another year and we're still here Our days are nothing but killing time Nothing but different shades of nowhere And a slow-paced countdown to the great nothing We’ve been given an illusion of power To sculpt the skyline with bare hands In truth, all we can reach out for Is an edge of a dull blade Fortune does not favour dreamers Most were born or encouraged to become As thirty winters come to pass, it turns out Well, our limit is much below the sky All pledge allegiance to the great leveller A punishing arm of mediocrity's rule Militant Schadenfreude The burden of lesser men

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Feb 07, 2026