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The grey wind covered the last windows with dust Where are all the souls? Buried and expelled Degenerated to ghostlike shells You can see them behind weak backs Bended, their face buried in their hands Corroded by poison, paralyzed by ether Fading figures Where is all the yearning in their leaden faces? They hunted it down and killed it Drowned in wine and estranged via syringes Set into whores and paid with cold Disembodied, gasping, I tumbled In the flush of a thousand cold lights Through this night of neon That I'll never belong to
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 14, 2026
I learned how it is to feel alive In dim chambers A wet body, closeness Warm thighs, tousled hair Loving hands, caring words Our footsteps in the snow, faded Loving hands, caring words Our footsteps in the snow, faded Loving hands, caring words Our footsteps in the snow, faded Loving hands, caring words Our footsteps in the snow, faded I know how it is to feel alive Hollow wishes Concrete souls Sensation of luminescence Artificial and cold The empty shining Is my light The cold air in my lungs Is my dirty warmth Someone is the scape You were mine
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 14, 2026
Siren of souls Howling and piercing the night These are the streets Clinic fingertips Sex and violence A naked soul smashed apart Yearning, searching, longing These are the street I call my home A light pressure, reality dissolves I am shattered Light, streams Energy My ground is shifting A mosaic of senses My ground is shifting A mosaic of senses Siren of souls Howling and piercing the night These are the streets, clinic fingertips Sex and violence Matter is running through my fingers Time is laughing at me This is the world Pulse / Surreal
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 14, 2026
Un ciel livide Sous lequel je déambule Et erre comme un fantôme Entre les visages de marbre Et les carapaces vides Ma perception de la réalité Une vision altérée de somnambule Il fait froid La neige malvenue tombe En de particules impalpables Elle vient mourir sur mes vêtements Comme sur une peau une Autour de moi tout n'est que noir et blanc Je tourbillonne autour de mon axe Et j'ai peur de m'arrêter Réalisant la distance qui nous sépare Tout me parait si lointain Ceci n'est pas ma vie mais le film de ma vie Cette sensation m'échappe Est ce juste un sentiment? La réalité ne serait-elle pas ce sentiment? Alors, qui suis-je? Qui es-tu? Et où sommes nous?
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 14, 2026
Conscious coma Life is grey visions Barely perceptible Waiting for dissolution Clinic exitus Physical decay Like a thousand crystals Running through my veins The poison benumbs On the toilet floor I lie Reduced to filth and stench Home, warmth, life Seconds separate me from the outer world Conscious coma My delightful decay Conscious coma Life is grey visions Barely perceptible Waiting for dissolution Clinic exitus Physical decay
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 14, 2026
Alles ist unklar und zieht an mir vorbei Ich kann nichts erfassen und weiß nicht Ob ich das noch möchte Morgens, wenn die Sonne scheint Fühle ich mich als wär's der tiefste Winter Dann verläuft sich alles, weiß nicht Orientierungslosigkeit, weiß du? Es ist ein langsames Dahinsiechen Von deutlich zu schwach, von wach zu schläfrig Ich fühle mich wie eine Leiche Oder wie ein Stück Fleisch als hätte ich keine Gefühle...
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 14, 2026