An Empty Frame
The allure of chaos, the raging tempest Cling to life in the starting blocks As the hourglass grows emptier still Enduring, wallow in weakness of mine The crack in the looking glass To alone tread the pathways in light of spring To have nothing has never been such bliss Is it rain or tears? Savage climate or brooding fears A labyrinth of years This darkness is mine through the eye of every storm The slowing of heartbeats Ambition's flame continually burns Leaves me to wonder when thе limelight is mine to entеr To leave this place and soar beyond the vast terrains But a recurring dream, never quite in reach The nighttime world, its damaged poetry Its soothing tones, its healing silence
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Jun 05, 2026
This is not the place where dreams take flight This won't be the day ambitions are realized The tired lightsource, spring escaping me This is not the place where dreams take flight In this earthly confine hours linger by "Any place but here", we repeat in sullen tone What's left to strive for in a garden of fear? Clashing wills, tired days Constant pressure heals no wound We find ourselves begging for release Lessons expensively learned, you pass by in time of need Carve a word or two, quench the noise We've come a long way to be wayward still Adrift in endless sea, a companion of silence
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Jun 05, 2026
A numbing sense of dissonance, as nails in tired eyes Another day when choices and aspirations fail to provide result When fear of failure encompasses will to try When familiar demons take hold to never let go It's that time again, it's a night of burdens It's the veil of night, the sorrow path Themes grow old, seasons repeat A pale reaction to what once was all From nothing to everything, adrift in infinite void Forever the reluctant passеnger searching relеase
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Jun 05, 2026
Shake the disease lingering inside Delayed reaction, the dread of expecting eyes Withstanding weakness, weighed down in affliction A grueling task in the best of times Carried the burden, straining for a befitting answer As time escaped me and senses grew pale Lost in trains of thought, epiphanies beyond your distant smile The noise of the world, I long to join them but dread every sound To take the steps prescribed, clinging to solid ground Living like I wasn't ever here To wander wayward empty still, to feel no calling strong enough To watch the best of intensions wither The end is nigh, my friend Please let me sleep The defect's roaring storm, white noise and repetition Here I stand as the observer, the empty frame
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Jun 05, 2026
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