Discontinuities

The haunting sense of an unrepeatable unidirectional vector Modernity’s square pyramid’s base The day recedes Both joy and light grow pale Flowing irresistibly onward Where are those who were before us? The skeleton of a ship choked in its own sails

Submitted by The Void — Apr 25, 2025

Day and night unglued Embalmed in secret vertigoes Ill with the obstinacy of images Blank pages of history To revere a false past is to be historically deaf Night is the collaborator of torturers Day is the light on harrowing discoveries

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 25, 2025

To you who have turned aside For whom light and color And sound and odor And taste and touch are dung Natural truths spat like insults To you defilers for whom the earth would flame With a holocaust of ecstasy and freedom The cremation of some vast corpse long dead The loved one’s whitest flesh is what the broken glass will cut and the wheel crush

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 25, 2025

This track is instrumental.

Is this song not instrumental?

Wilderness, authentication, and deleterious exploitation Resultant progress, alienation, loss Great deserts of black sand A people’s autumn’s Heliogabaline synonym Now pale and cursed to wander winter’s rise At the mercantile endpoint of Endlessness’s eye’s gaze The vastness of commodification The absolute fake Evidence accumulated in whorls of ash Catalogued and atomized, witnessed with one’s own eyes Surely we were a flame

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 25, 2025

Fled from the beaten tracks of men Blood coagulated with melancholy Black bile rising again Waiting for the heavy fall The tremendous weight The failure of transmutation In a fleshy tomb Buried above ground

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 25, 2025

Crumbling and inarticulate Stalled with lassitude The spiders of weariness upon me Nothing to cleanse the poisoned element Flashing and yearning Suffering and identification The enigma of survival A call heard within sleep Cold copulars embrace

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 25, 2025