Succession

what kind of fuckery is this?<br/> put your toys aside<br/> everything will not be fine<br/> not even remotely<br/> not saying torn to shreds<br/> by tomorrow<br/> but still<br/> at rope’s end<br/> and very little left<br/> to mend<br/> get your ass in line<br/> for action<br/> chin up<br/> eye on the target<br/> on that speck of light<br/> of a hope obscured<br/> in shadows cast<br/> by monolithic despair<br/> choose to abstain<br/> from being<br/> to ourselves<br/> the world entire<br/> well, where to begin<br/> shedding this skin<br/> when it is<br/> the only one we have known?

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026

her sickness howls<br/> like a child over<br/> hills<br/> past city limits<br/> down streets<br/> and into<br/> dreams<br/> of those who<br/> once loved<br/> and lived and shared<br/> an unbecoming veil<br/> of anxieties and fears<br/> a little sting<br/> that fractures every smile<br/> a trail of thoughts<br/> that make<br/> eyes<br/> go pale and glazed<br/> too much to<br/> bear<br/> just walk<br/> away

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026

into that darkness<br/> with a numbed<br/> acceptance<br/> that down there in the depths<br/> is a comforting<br/> womb<br/> an itch of discordance<br/> reiterate<br/> what has been revealed<br/> feel disbelief<br/> yes, we look away and suffocate<br/> descent in stationary phase<br/> come senescence<br/> hurry along now<br/> let us cross<br/> this finish line<br/> slip through the fingers of disaster<br/> altogether<br/> our will be done<br/> forget and<br/> be forgotten<br/> we let our will be done<br/> our will be done<br/> done

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026

you will end<br/> and so will all of this<br/> as hasty as a bee sting<br/> or a draw of breath<br/> to never see the sun again<br/> for all thoughts to lose<br/> their meaning<br/> and it matters not<br/> as you dissolve<br/> become something else<br/> entirely<br/> a million little pieces<br/> with a million new shapes<br/> no longer are you<br/> become death<br/> a shatterer of worlds<br/> thus helping this place<br/> to repair itself

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026

this is not a drill<br/> they actually live<br/> they are insatiable<br/> gaping mouths<br/> hacked out eyes<br/> ears cut off<br/> greedy claws<br/> they steal the air<br/> and summon floods<br/> no desire beyond<br/> the lust for gain<br/> a feast bar none<br/> go forth and<br/> multiply<br/> win terrain and self-deify<br/> feed the beast<br/> and scorch the earth<br/> come one, come all<br/> it’s midnight<br/> and we are all out of bubble gum<br/> we must kill the greed witches<br/> slit their throats<br/> their reign be overthrown<br/> lest we forget<br/> lest all this will be gone

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026

draw my blood or breath or both<br/> i have nothing else to offer you<br/> let’s cling to this and pray we don’t tip over<br/> make believe fine honing<br/> to perfection<br/> sharpening the blade until<br/> there is nothing<br/> left<br/> is love but an instrument of survival?<br/> a path to absolution<br/> in such a cold, cold world?<br/> a prism refracting<br/> rays of self-loathing?<br/> a shield upon which<br/> fire and sulphur may rain?<br/> war weary we stride on<br/> through the mud<br/> and pitch-black rivers of fear<br/> we shall fight back<br/> but we will not win<br/> and when the dust settles<br/> break the skin<br/> and look within<br/> this is as deep as you will<br/> get with me

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026

as if<br/> whispers of<br/> hope<br/> into the ears<br/> of the<br/> downtrodden<br/> and the ones engulfed in darkness<br/> will<br/> bring about a new tide<br/> a new time<br/> a tipping point is a tipping<br/> point<br/> and I believe<br/> we are all<br/> coming along<br/> for the great fall<br/> i reserve my right<br/> to hold little<br/> faith in kings and<br/> their horses<br/> and men

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026

the devil is in<br/> the detritus and debris<br/> gravity defying<br/> amounts of ill will<br/> holed up in<br/> the skies above<br/> self fellating<br/> cumulonimbus<br/> kakodaimōns<br/> makes it rain<br/> makes it rain<br/> makes it rain<br/> on them souls<br/> is there even room<br/> for more mischief<br/> in the enochian<br/> ebb and flow?<br/> our sewers weren’t<br/> made for this<br/> the banks of babylon<br/> are no longer dry<br/> drizzle satan<br/> rain satan<br/> snow satan<br/> hail satan<br/> precipisatan

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026

we burn<br/> not only bridges<br/> we burn<br/> the ground beneath our feet<br/> we burn<br/> not only bridges<br/> we burn<br/> all foresight and hindsight<br/> we burn<br/> not only bridges<br/> we burn<br/> ourselves and our offspring<br/> is this the ultimate<br/> self-sacrifice?<br/> consumed by flames<br/> at the stake<br/> for an idea<br/> and seek no<br/> absolution<br/> only to win<br/> at the game<br/> the idea of a future<br/> is an abstraction<br/> and so are these funds<br/> we presently accumulate<br/> what do they mean to us?<br/> objectifying void

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026

“all these days that<br/> ran away, little did i know ”<br/> what complete nonsense to say<br/> now tearing up<br/> as you try to regain<br/> a chance blown<br/> with all you had<br/> you gave nothing away<br/> what you knew<br/> you made sure to forget<br/> you reap what you sow<br/> don’t tell me about your<br/> struggles to get by<br/> we’re at the end of this road<br/> picking up pieces<br/> and settling for scraps<br/> we need to be<br/> better now<br/> in this beautiful ruin<br/> we will try to adapt

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026

what is next anyway?<br/> i did not ask to be born<br/> to begin with<br/> and now<br/> neither did you<br/> as you open<br/> your eyes<br/> childhood is<br/> over<br/> my teenage angst has<br/> gone out of style<br/> the joke is on<br/> who?<br/> i cannot blame anyone<br/> for setting me up<br/> i cannot point<br/> the finger<br/> with a wish to retreat<br/> stop conveniently<br/> forgetting<br/> the here and now<br/> because here you are<br/> and i need to build<br/> a shield<br/> a wall<br/> a shelter<br/> because here you are<br/> and i need to wield<br/> a spear<br/> a plow<br/> a hammer<br/> and make it better<br/> keep the flood of shit at bay<br/> construct a sense of hopefulness<br/> that changes may arise<br/> out of the shortcomings of men

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026