Zao
EP • 2017
I cannot disjoin the lucid from the unsystematic cognitions I lie trapped outside, forced to spectate my very own existence And somehow at the same time locked inside and intertwined Pieces that will not fit together Forced into place they bow then break Spiraling waves of confusion Purity and pollution Clarity and delusion Interaction and seclusion Hunted like a witch by the tireless hounds of a faceless parasite The cold sour moon gives up its seat to the suffocating sunlight I try not to breathe As I hide beneath the bleeding, crawling ground I can smell their breath, I can feel their eyes I am so close to being found Pieces that will not fit together It was dark when I fell apart I walk in between what is real and what is a dream It was dark when I fell apart
Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Feb 20, 2026
Through doorways of blood, from dimensions unknown Come hands holding gifts of flowers and stone Dualistic mirrors Self-reflecting It completes the circle, I glimpse at the code I learn from the hands holding flowers and stone They wore the sun as their burning halo Adorned in garments of the calm blue sky Beyond creation Above destruction Until their arrival, I wondered alone My fate drawn by hands holding flowers and stone Dualistic mirrors Self-dissecting Repeat the cycle, rebuild the bone Reunite with the hands holding flowers and stone Flowers and blood Stone and flesh Flesh and blood Flesh and blood
Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Feb 20, 2026
You exist, dead star vacuum Dismembered progress Subliminal public display You insist, it reawakens A phantom floats behind you Its breath falls cold on your neck You can never bring it here You can never will yourself back The harder that you try The more your mind will crack You enlist, raw nerve rotting Control the herd Through light, image and word You resist, tasked to suffer Self-made martyr Drunk on tears of sympathy You can never bring it here You can never will yourself back The harder that you try The worse your mind will crack Kick against the pricks Reach into the past Through the thorns and glass Grasp onto the nothingness You dismiss the systematic Deny your evolution While acting like an animal You are the hands of Mammon Shape-shifting mask builders from planes of sterile trust Non-phototactic spoon-fed narcissists that keep clawing (never cutting through)
Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Feb 20, 2026
Upon the earth, the great hound We have become just as fleas And when she tires of our bites She’ll shake us off with ease Split the atom, raise the seas Unstoppable Omega disease Her sky will crack When the sun turns black Forcing our species to collapse As the final curtain pulls back And what differs is woven in between Our kind’s wrongs and our kind’s rights Is the same that exists Between the day and between the night Her sky will crack When the sun turns black Forcing our species to collapse As the final curtain pulls back The curtain pulls back We shall drift into the black Our light is trapped, there’s no turning back The ghost crawls up from the basement The ghost it weeps for the whole world
Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Feb 20, 2026
Bring it to life so it may suffer Make it alive and feed it pain Feed it pain Innocence dreams beneath the rubble Bring it to life so it may suffer Make it alive and feed it pain If it gets back on its feet Then we’ll cut it down again Innocence breathes below the waves Give it eyes to see the horrors Give it ears to hear the hate Give it a voice to beg for mercy Give it hands that tremble and shake Once it arrives Abandon your fight Abandon the light Cast it down Bring it to life so it may suffer Make it alive and feed it pain If it gets back on its feet Then we’ll cut it down again Innocence warmed within napalm fire
Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Feb 20, 2026
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