Kafka

Hardly in the spirit of the era Delicate and thin-skinned One appeared in front of the jury Face uncovered against the wind In this life unprepared With a script unrehearsed Beauty of looks, beauty of faults Frightened and offhand Deaf to a command Anguish in an envelope of bliss Whom to wake up in the morning? A Gregor or a Josef will it be? Neglected and abused or wrongfully accused Or eventually plague will catch me Whilе others see to the horizon I can see just beyond I'm micro-dosing hеll staying under a blissful spell My vision drinks up, the ink I dip my eyes in You came into the world unloved But love has found you through a word Cupid pierced your chest with nibs The void will bleed with inks The void will bleed with inks Absurd of my existence I’m aching through persistence The pen will slit the heart The pen will slit the heart The void will bleed das nichts I showed my bare face It was ripped off like a mask As they stepped upon a throat of my own song Unmasking comes in price All that pure is compromised In exclusion I cement myself alas Now I am just a ghost at the attic Life for me is doing time The world has shut me down But it's more than just fine Not everything has purpose, nothing happens for a reason How absurd, what a treason for a man We are lonely, don't feel sorry And at night when there’s no glory Laugh without interruption to cough blood Absurd's my existence Oh how absurd

Submitted by NecroGod — Feb 23, 2026

Their bread taste like rock Joining circles of the dead As I am drinking all the sewage Of the damage they call help In the land of the blind The one-eyed is a king He plants in their empty pots Ugly rotten seeds Ugly rotten seeds in their empty pots Collecting blood is his ambition He sets so light the value upon lives Each despicable decision Activates his dreadful knights Their bread taste like rock Joining circles of the dead As I am drinking all this sewage Of the damage they call help And his order has become their thought Take a listen, their mouths Are fully loaded with his words No thought of their own arose Collecting blood is his ambition He sets so light the value upon lives Each despicable decision Activates his dreadful knights Shut up, take a listen, take a listen Fully loaded Shut up (Shut up), take a listen, take a listen Fully loaded Fully loaded There's nothing left in his stone chest Just rogue and endless battles Rogue We are fporcefully put on his map War-drum always rattles Rogue

Submitted by NecroGod — Feb 23, 2026

You teach me how to be a man Though I am someone's daughter The path of warrior was set for me And I had to try on the armour No it doesn't suit me And it feels so heavy I'm frightened and so ashamed That I have to combat the world alone That I have to swing my sword alone So my gentleness is turned into rigidity And once soft the skin is nothing but the scale One by one I lead unequal fights, eventually The beauty's nose is broken, and I faint Life feeds me bullets and stones And I stitch myself up alone If I cry I will run my tears Inside of my blood-stained cheeks I've found talents beyond comprehension All my battles are a sight to behold Wading through the hardship alone Translating my body to soul Oh brutal world, I'm not your enemy This role of warrior brings nothing but the misery If a woman's wings are trimmed And her radiance is dimmed This is over, this is over You will see her ride a broom With a force to be reckoned To be no longer the second I am no longer a daughter I eat them for breakfast I eat them for lunch I have audacity to throw the first punch I dwell in the shadows I sleep in the light I am no longer a daughter I throw the first punch

Submitted by NecroGod — Feb 23, 2026