Noctambulism

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A new dawn beckons A new day to relinquish All splendour's flown by The dusk is nigh Its presence is vast It repels the sun, which graciously exits To stage its death Onwards and forth So alive Gently engulfing all that lives and dies O stygian mirth The dusk is nigh It quietly exits to stage its demise The pillow will play the guide The horror, so alive Onwards and forth Towering So alive Like shapes they assemble Tangible, sombre, amoral In ceremonial silence, to observe and admire The delights of helplessness, and remain Perplexed, transfixed, in joyous awe The horror, so alive

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025

Drifting in and out of cognizance, gazing up towards the ceiling of this room Perception altered, a nothingness so placid and serene Motionless and grinning she floats right above us, staring downwards Once noticed never forgotten - her earth-like breath, her deformed countenance As chilling, humid depths, swiftly enhance our waking senses The exalting sight of boundless union, silent witness to our transcendence The very essence of grimniry, vertigo turns to quiescence (and back) Far beyond the binds of sobriety, the endlessness of thought, being and essence Hour after hour Stream after stream Shuddering to reach inertia Down below, purified by endless waters Thoughts of rest cast aside and forgotten Until the morning comes and wisdom's poison is gone from our veins

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025

Laying embedded Deprived of sleep The air is warm The light red and dim Awakened, by a whisper, to the smell of the sea And the dragging of footsteps not far from here Revenant, they march Dare to fall dormant and hear them come Crawling Nearer To carry your body through quiet and storm Covered in feather In chains In a box So bare of consciousness yet never alone A horror impending, immune to frail song Evade not this silence, hold on to the rosary Its everlasting glow will lull you into anxiety Waiting and hoping for the morning to erode The fear on your flesh, the impurity of your soul Shaking and cowering under the sheets Praying not to endure another dream The ground above and the stars beneath While light is absent, here's no peace And as the walls cripple with laughter Your infant dreams will be so vivid

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025

Hypnos' paw pressed upon your lips The mask of terror engraved on your eyelids Stigmatised by thoughts so unreal Mercilessly plugged by aching fear Flooding in red Bare of faith yet filled with hope Stripped naked of logic and revelling in anxiety Willingly exposed to such irrationality As wide pupils behold the most macabre of epiphanies Drifting aghast, drifting afar Plagued and healed Surrounded by them again and again Devoid of sense and will Oblivious to conscience and numb to pain A mind raped and healed Self-inflicted dread becomes the remedy to sheer abjection Bathed in blight Slowly desensitising Morbidly watch it turn into your solace and partner And panic will lead to quietude through endless paths unspoiled by light And fear, now a timeless virtue Recoil in curiosity, plagued and healed As dread and fascination slowly entwine Crawl towards the earth where God lies buried As the echoes of laughter die out Crawl towards the earth where Gods lie buried Slowly, writhing, retching Down on the carpet Crawling on a shallow pond of blood and vomit Hallucinations aflame Ready to reach the most colourful, climatic, glorious decay An exquisite abhorrence Flooding in red

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025

From within the ground where forbidden things lie, Long at rest and decomposing It will rise, to fuel a thousand dreams

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025

Underneath fading gleams of sunlight Guided by the scent of a morbid spring tide Summoned on the stairs, so young yet knowing They wait to heed the call Curiosity awaken Libertine, unhallowed craving for dark and foul pleasures to come Mesmerized by the majesty of the rock Climbing ever higher to face the wind Walking bare feet through endless halls of stone Dreaming, so gracious, even if time has stopped Standing aghast, so pure, upon the rock They ascend They transcend To pass And all that's left is to wonder if the day also turns to night And flowers bloom and rot on the other side And what is means, and what it's like to die Though we once dreamt of tomorrow, tonight we dream of nothing They left us They left us in wait They left They left us They left us awaiting and gasping They left us wondering They left And made us to wake

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025