The End of Nothing

On the eve of destruction, Desolation, and extinction. Change and continuity. The holy grail of truth. It took us a long time to get here. Words that are steps to where something else could be. Something more important than you and what you think. This offering swells deep within the true house of life. We are left to lament with this blessing. A thought in the light in the womb of the storm, Clenched within the palm of live. Coming up empty; clouded- riding on the chariot of loss… The word's wealth… self consumed redemption We are in awe. We are rich and in love with ourselves. Tearing open your chest to hide in your ribcage. Passing through your veins in ways of word and phrase. Confined by what can’t occur in our mind. But wait… None of this is real. None of this was ever real.

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 25, 2025

Last night in my dreams…echoing in what seems. The Chambers of the sacred- whispers that put me to sleep. Twilight harvesting. Priests of navigation. Persistent themes in incessant changes. The future’s despair entangled In ancient past’s long reign. Lost is what we’ll never know… To grasp intellect of lost worlds. The inquiries of their unwanted. The theories of their most maddened. The shadows of their darkest rooms- Exposed in this release from reality. Behold the oldest gods…and basking in the glow… And lying in the wake…the scenery unfolds. A stage of mind marked by abstraction. Harmony in this chaotic breath. All the times the wind carried away my tonal. Pictures that thought paints- What I can’t shut out. All that would go ill with sleep… Steals silence from the night. Dreaming becomes an art. Opium for my soul.

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 25, 2025

Limp hand outstretched. Desperate to touch the hand of god. Lambs worthy of negating and breaking the seals. Wounds that once caused their death. Bursts of light flash forth. Crowns of gold melt into the eyes of kings. Echoes of time forgotten. The higher ground shakes with inevitability- Inducing this fall. Collapsed, smoldering empires and dawns markings. The caress of seven angels. To be all and end all… The burning of Babylon. Merchants weeping. Abominations of earth. Not a leaf rustles Oceans as smooth as glass. Winds of the four corners silenced. Nature’s affectionate answer to our neglect. Blessings of power and riches revoked. Blood spills of every kindred and tongue. Thunderous utterances. The revelation. The sun smitten. The moon and stars darkened. Locusts unleashed Words that were not revealed… The burning of Babylon.

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 25, 2025

We the laden and uninspired Lie dormant at the footsteps of the last day. Measured outside the dilapidated Structure of society. Dead under a sea of waste. This is the shallow shell we’ve crawled inside… The warmth and comfort we’d hoped to find… The world we occupy. All is ours to taint with touch… Fading away. False hopes breed ignorance. There will come a time when simplicity Shall reign again… Long after we are gone.

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 25, 2025

What you can’t breathe…the chaos of snow and smoke. What you can’t heal…old wounds and scarred skies. What you don’t know…missing memories. What time will reveal. On the frontlines in a battle over our minds… We are the miscellaneous debris… Coming to terms with how this might appear in hindsight. In the future, we are there…blanketed in ash. Explaining why the ghosts of all the lives wasted Haunt us. Leaving all things cursed. Expectations as anchors. Captivation as strife. Unbridled want controls what be this life. Handful of rulers with bloody hands writes History of the future. Creating all that’s in sight. This sorrow we suffer ails us alone. How cheap is it to forget? How expensive to remember? Could just one joy compete with one death? When the day comes… Bury my heart, burn my soul. One more time around with this pathetic sorrow. This sorrow.

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 25, 2025

Withering away… The colors fade into one. The turning of the tides, To pass from old to new. Kneeling before the sun, and seeking forgiveness. No shelter from these piercing rays That blister my skin. Scarring the flesh. Begging for night - for an end to the suffering. Covering the sun In a darkened embrace Unable to crawl up from these depths I have sunk. Intentions grow weak- Ambitions begin to fade. Searching for closure. Within the reach of another existence. One day, this nightmare will end. Leaving this life’s perils behind. Withering away.

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 25, 2025

This is all there is. Form is dust and pain. Take these words out. Pain is life now. We are why now. This is forever. Given from within.

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 25, 2025

"There are no more barriers to cross. All I have in common with the uncontrollable and the insane, the vicious and the evil, all the mayhem I have caused and my utter indifference toward it, I have now surpassed. My pain is constant and sharp, and I do not hope for a better world for anyone. In fact, I want my pain to be inflicted on others. I want no one to escape. But even after admitting this, there is no catharsis; my punishment continues to elude me, and I gain no deeper knowledge of myself. No new knowledge can be extracted from my telling. This confession has meant nothing." (sample taken from the film American Psycho)

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 25, 2025