Adapting // Crawling

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Whatever we were, we are certainly not that now

Submitted by The Void — Feb 23, 2026

"What is this? What year is it?" There's no sun There's only walls And the relentless hum Of fluorescent bulbs Living out a lifeless life, dying Inside "We want out" "We want out" "We want out" "We want out" Powerless, there's no escaping

Submitted by The Void — Feb 23, 2026

The shock of the switch when the nurses start their shift… Why should we look for the light that causes this? Causes so much pain. Is there salvation in medication? So much hate for our tortured, fightless state. It’s hard to focus. Drug mind wanders. Blurry nightmares taking hold

Submitted by The Void — Feb 23, 2026

They told us the sand was poisoned and that is how the virus spreads. “Playgrounds are not safe for children.” Fearmongers use paranoia as oppression tools to keep us compliant. Controlled by their fear

Submitted by The Void — Feb 23, 2026

“Our brain knows what sickness tastes like.” Living in a bed, sweat soaked, with the taste of iron in our mouths. The world outside is dead. Finally joining them. We held on this long for nothing

Submitted by The Void — Feb 23, 2026

Curtain’s falling like an iron grating, veiled over a clouded lens. A sighted life is out of reach Useless hands scraping at the dirt like the beak of a blinded bird

Submitted by The Void — Feb 23, 2026

A door is just an invitation A state of absolute perfection Perfect ending

Submitted by The Void — Feb 23, 2026

Bequeath the body to use for science. There is only one condition; once it’s used, served its purpose, bathe the body in rose and saline. Now throw it in the trash. A clean break. They won’t get a last request to disappear. Like most flowers in hospitals, patients die forgotten

Submitted by The Void — Feb 23, 2026

Enshrined in iron Lung gives life A worthless time spent waiting for them To vacuum up the dust (Dust, dust, dust) Never ending purgatory dust

Submitted by The Void — Feb 23, 2026

“I am virus. I am decrepitude. I am virus. I am slow death. I specialize in grotesques, twisting and deforming human bodies. I am decrepitude come to ruin your remaining years. I am slow death.”

Submitted by The Void — Feb 23, 2026

Enshrined in iron Lung gives life A worthless time spent waiting for them To vacuum up the dust (Dust, dust, dust) Never ending purgatory dust

Submitted by The Void — Feb 23, 2026

Wrapped in gauze, encased in plaster. What once was healthy, left to fester. Partially living meat is a vehicle for disease

Submitted by The Void — Feb 23, 2026

On a sterile enamel surface, existence is easily erased. Now just a mark on cold, clean porcelain. Seeping through the grout, underneath the tile, the history of suffering won’t come out. Come closer. Come and see death

Submitted by The Void — Feb 23, 2026

To the powers that control existence, human life is worthless. We’re used and discarded, treated like human garbage. They’re waiting for the breakdown. We’re fertilizer. We are worth absolutely nothing. Totally expendable. The process of being replaced has begun again

Submitted by The Void — Feb 23, 2026

Their consent is not required When human tissue is obtained From the patient During medical treatment If the "donor’s" Identity Is removed When research Lacks humanity

Submitted by The Void — Feb 23, 2026

No one can escape disease. It’s raging, relentless. We are out here, hunted. It’s only a matter of time. Covid. Cirrhosis. Cancer. Depression. Heart disease. Hemochromatosis. Dying helpless The system in place right now just isn’t working out. Failure. No protection from disease. Useless healthcare system

Submitted by The Void — Feb 23, 2026

“Something feels wrong. There’s pressure and pain in my chest. I can’t breathe.” What we heard were his final words. A funeral at 45. He should still be alive. “He is survived by his wife, kids, parents, siblings and friend.”

Submitted by The Void — Feb 23, 2026