Vein

Passive aggressive, aimed for the throat The incentive is always invisible But I've found it simple Muzzled minds seek naive eyes Only to borrow limbs and keep the lights off The reverence is malevolent And the apology is always pathetic Did you think I didn't fucking notice? So much as you manipulated The aftertaste of selfishness Turns me back to being selfless For your cause And thanks to you I have no fingerprints Only bones to be picked So tell me what you're kind to me for? I'm sure you've denied yourself as much as I have People like you take and rot until the end Until the end, until the end, until the end

Submitted by Warbringer — Feb 22, 2026

Heaven See you in seven Since I am just God’s pet (Severed) Anxious Searching for something more than just oxygen Something more than oxygen Does apathy come with age? Am I just victim to turning the page? This love of life is just a love of fucking waiting For dead ends and dead new beginnings The spirals keep growing, and the gusts keep blowing (Time) The Highlands will (And blood) swallow me (Blind) Payed with the gift of death (Fold, my) So I could find (Mind) the charm to life I've given up on trying, I’ll find myself in ICD

Submitted by Warbringer — Feb 22, 2026

Free and radical, shrapnel in the blood (Well, I'm too) Twenty seconds, twenty hours, calculate my consciousness (Tired to look up) I see my reflection in the stain of every hardwood floor (Well, I'm too tired) Well, I'm too tired to look up (To look up) Alive by midnight and dead by the morning star This is all I know, do you know who you are? The more that I bleed, the more it takes the pain away

Submitted by Warbringer — Feb 22, 2026

I ask myself, "What the fuck is the point of life itself?" The wounds open to deaf ears asking "Why live in ties?" When the coming years are only coming short of Everything they used to be, and what they should have been Note to self Watch your step You are standing still Fuck "I's" and "why's" and "if's" and "I should have's" and The poison tongue in my private cheek and the stomach in my smoker's throat Separate the skin from teeth and bury everything between It pains me to think That if this is my most honest attempt at honesty Then I'm honestly fucking dead You won't find me in my room today growing affection for suffering Or keeping secrets with the fucking ceiling These conversations were never healthy

Submitted by Warbringer — Feb 22, 2026

The youngest speaks in this haunted house You can take your excuses and fuck yourselves You can’t empathize with the wounds in my mouth Your entire life is a cry for help Ooh, I've had such a curious dream

Submitted by Warbringer — Feb 22, 2026