Senescence

The past is dead A corpse cannibalized by the present To be regurgitated in fear and greed In endless justification and apologetics Human agency and its offshoots The years grind jumbled and broken Regret, nostalgia, grief-at-nothing Grief and sleep, combined, enchaining Care itself, in its very essence, Is permeated with nullity through and through

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 25, 2025

As autumn deepens and darkens I feel the pain of falling leaves And the silence of short days The deep oblivion of earth’s lapse and renewal The silence of infinitely open spaces The wandering through endless nothingness Careless years Precious days Oh, for any patent from oblivion In preservations below the moon

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 25, 2025

The spiders dead in their webs The birds fallen from the sky the monstrous putrescence, physical and moral, of everything in sight Silver strips of bone golden adipose tissue Striated rubies of muscle now obsolete The indignant refusal to countenance That which is guaranteed but now, upon receipt, cannot be believed

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 25, 2025

This track is instrumental.

Is this song not instrumental?

Defeated by our own feebleness Service and reward Granting and forbidding Frozen in matutinal light When cold clear morning threatens An ape in the graveyard Free in the tearing wind Without Eden’s lurid walls

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 25, 2025

The precincts of the city have rotted The work of giants is rotting away No coiled gold Nor splendors of the earth No ravening grey wolf No sad-faced man tasked with burial One easily divorces what was never united Body from body Particle from particle The world falls apart into facts Time fades away Grown dark under the helm of night As if it had never been

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 25, 2025

It grows again Faces in the windows One window without light Weeping Alone In black park of bed Handing back the ticket Shadow of death I kissed his shadow

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 25, 2025