Soulsearching
Tear myself open for all to see Decimation by my own hand Carving out a life, a chosen fate The crumbling house of cards Hides horizons behind the dust Where do we turn in these trying times? Unveiling the burning within An empty frame of a life, a gaping hole How could we let it come this far? Destitute, derelict, prolonged realization Survivor's guilt at the greatest cost Turn every stone, uncover every mystеry A defective pursuit on my own tеrms Desperation marks our ways Clinging to the last of ropes All eyes upon, dark night of the soul Boiling points and unspoken sacrifice Poison thorns, tentacles of past The weight of silent habit All eyes upon, dark night of the soul Boiling points and unspoken sacrifice Here I stand, reborn Firmly anchored in the mire Where do we turn in these trying times? Unveiling the burning within An empty frame of a life, a gaping hole How could we let it come this far? Where do we turn in these trying times? Unveiling the burning within An empty frame of a life, a gaping hole How could we let it come this far? Where do we turn in these trying times? Unveiling the burning within An empty frame of a life, a gaping hole How could we let it come this far?
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Jun 05, 2026
Reactive tendency, purging acts of senselessness In the throes of uncontrol, waiting for stars to align Growing alienation severing every tie Fading relations, shrinking worlds, cesspools for us to dwell Justify it to yourself by narrowing the view As you turn away, have you seen the light? Mires of human entanglement - all-consuming, cannot be appeased Alone in the presence of many, assumption of conformity All the small things remind me of what I could never have Yеt here I see you, wearing indiffеrence with pride May peace wash over me, reprieve from the unrest Every texture holds the key, sporadic infuse of light The crowns of trees and the stillwater The rugged refuge of the dusty trail Nothing but silence meets the eye Where mankind's heresy means nothing to me Lethargy, it all passes me by Weaved in guilt and exhaustion Futile doubts, I harbor Hollow beacons of light Contrarians and advocates White noise and fruitless tongues My words are left unheard Vestige of a defeated shape
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Jun 05, 2026
Taking part, serving the eye Scrambling to uphold a hollow mask Self-sacrificed, with a burning hunger You are nothing to them Cursed walks of life, cast to the sidelines Residual abandon Never knowing where the disease ends And the person begins Slam the doors on the brittle and pale Forging pathways through blood and shame Shield your existence, for so you've been told Scream and shiver in echoing halls Condemned to silencе for the smallest of scraps Yet thеy don’t give an inch of their world A sickness lingering beneath, you'll never know their riches Only in pretense will arms be open, silent epidemic Suffer for their ways You've been told, you've been deemed Labeled and packaged for their ease Your search for balance, purpose and control Life-long endeavors remain untold Leaving no mark from your lifeless world Seamless observers from window panes Had all the stories of the world to tell But no-one to listen, from the outside looking in
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Jun 05, 2026
Time is not a healer Moth toward the headlight The panic of today Discord, dreams and cautionary tales Beacon in the distance That thousand-yard stare Eyes seeking bygone relief Days we thought we were forever Eyes to the setting red sun Fading northern star Hungry tides wash away The last embers of the light Are we just missing what we never had? Thrall of the horizon
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Jun 05, 2026
When every road begat to lunacy The irreversible, the unforgiving Tired daily chores, draining restlessness A sickening spiral we've become Summerdreamer, give way to sorrow Flame falls to familiar, all too fast Forge ahead, the rainy tracks Who gave us free will to forsake? What shimmers may not be gold The hunger of derelict souls Who gave us free will to forsake? The mirror's watching eyes Ripe with judgment How can I trust my own hand? Failed architect of my own fate The ravage of constraint, watermarks of sorrow Every smile holds a cavern, haunting every step All that we've lost All that we've failed to see Only the ashes of a dream once woven
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Jun 05, 2026
Bring me to the very edge and pull me back The view over the abyss, I can see forever One last high, or one final low An endmost touch significant Blackbird eyes in the dawning half-light Shadows amiss with jesters The turmoil that mortality invokes Realization of impermanence Growing hunger, resilient need Walls of damaged reason I weave What lies hidden in the dark What lies clouded by constraint Longing for storm's end, the bittersweet comfort Linear absolutes I cannot escape, challenger of the preordained What was once unbroken, what was once concealed What has been foretold, what has been forgotten Engaged in thought, to make the most Entangled, until we forget to live The narrative's confinement, every scenario played out Wreaking silent havoc, our lingering finality The ramblings of broken men Dire tales of displaced innocence Distant horizons in the seeker's eyes Intentions aside, lonely days ensue In the unknowing, the key beyond the veil Purpose eludes me still
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Jun 05, 2026
In need of a word, in need of a change Retracing each footstep Forgive my failing hand, forgive my profound words Turning stones to find anything that matters anymore I want to feel joy, quiet and peace I want to see the world that never opened to me The fleeting eyes of innocence The long gone treasures of the open mind It's the urges we hate to feel, instincts taught to suppress Yet it might hold the key to it all How can we grow when always halted in our step? Searching, searching Until the lights go out Merely a spark of belief
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Jun 05, 2026