If the ego that we build For ourselves is living Then this is a destruction An apocalypse That no one made-up can survive Take my hand, now withered by pain Caress the moss on my fingers And come with me where horizon never ends Where the time is always present If memories are ocean waves Then I will be the sun My lava scorching the seabed that we walk Ash falls upon bleached corpses And new life sprouts, cleansed of spirits We have no future For we’re not built on abstract wishes We have got no past For it was not us who came into this place If blackness is fright Then let me wrap myself in darkness Underneath rocks and entangled roots I will hold the very earth with care I will seep into it naked I will leave my flesh and bones behind Not afraid to disappear For there is nowhere that this mind could hide And I will let the earth absorb me I will hear its rumbling within my own breath "Stone, sand, mud and living creatures There is need for all shapes and forms They all belong
I hallucinate a world within myself My mind an overarching membrane My blazing eyes the sun that burns Inwardly, penetrating the air I breathe Perpetrating Personalities both known and hidden I imagine myself a terrifying god I control the very nature of the universe My universe Perfectly apart From complexities that would diffuse the soul Into the chaos of physical existence I hallucinate And I dream for as long as I've been awake My future self no more real than the present Yet seemingly important Seemingly self-aware in its ignorance Who can ever escape this prison This endless wall that curves upon itself Surface smooth and permeable As if only to the things that hurt Vultures spawn from wishful thinking To peck and prod at worm-like memories Can the ego ever break this shell This glass-like structure where all falls apart Maybe it's the rules at fault A self-imposed chemistry of atoms not real I hallucinate a world And with it myself
We leave with every moment Each emotion a monster buried Deep within our neural webbing Dormant We run away with each sensation Spiralling thoughts kept under control Our eyes tired What life is there behind each blink? Self-doubt lingers, tasting all rotten Depression spreads its gluttonous roots A prison of our own making Colder and stronger than the toughest steel A frustration from impotence To change anything at all Subdermal earthquakes barely noticed A madness just beneath the point of boiling So we narrate and we believe Fantasies where everything fits We order small pockets of chaos We watch reflections on our glass bubbles And think we see the sun Today I made it to the top of the mountain It’s grown out of bodies of my own monsters And I can feel them all Their desperate need to be broken Their arms are my arms Gnawing at sky with thunderstorm fingers My mind is the atmosphere And I'm no longer willing to hide Tired of chasing the lights and the shadows Merely an
I thought I came here to be taught How to deal with pressure Instead I realize with horror I'm here to learn of fear Its raw energy Buried deep within my veins Saturating My every molecule of blood I came to read the trees Their ancient message Of being tied down in one place Seemingly a slave For a long time now I thought I was a tree But today I recognize That maybe I'm an eagle Soaring the skies free Or maybe I’m the ocean waves Crashing my mass carelessly Into the sharp rocks ahead Or maybe I am simply Human There are three kinds of people Those who know Those who want to know but haven't found out how to And the last kind aggressive Ignorant to Being equal to all around And so they fight and shout Making us run overloaded Today I know It's pointless to try to change them Wasteful to play their games You wouldn't throw yourself uselessly Against a hill to move it All there is to do, really Is accept that they are That it's up to them to wake up That their poison Is no reason to
How can I sleep When wolves howl, frenzied In shadows of the mountains When sea lions hungry and wild Stalk their bloodied prey In rhythm of the foaming waters How can I lay down When the full moon calls Through the heavens to my soul In darkness that is life It illuminates All monsters spawning from the earth In-between these walls I'm protected, yet insane And my unused muscles Strain hard for a night-long run And my eager lungs Expand as if contested I yearn the smells of air The touch of rain upon a windswept face The pain of being The fear of blackness just behind The loneliness to wander Wherever the mind pleases to How can I go on When Emptiness herself Tempts me from beyond From where I was born Beneath the moss and dirty worms She speaks my name and It echoes in the frozen valleys How can I rest When my very essence Boils beneath my skin Black and potent as that of an animal Restless I'm a slave to my senses
Through this sickness that is life Through the days when pain erupts Down my spine and into the strained muscles Your hair is like a waterfall Washing away all dirt from my lungs Your eyes Glitter and I wonder How many more night skies they will create Before I close mine for good And when my skin boils from the inside Full of poisons that I cannot see Your touch is like a blanket That envelops me gently Promising a new spring Again careless like the ones I remember From a long long time ago And though I wither more each day My bones cracking beneath the weight of the world Your smile sweeps it all away Like the wind that used to play with my senses As if time didn’t exist As if I was never to leave for the dark beyond
Whispers of Fate [collab] (EN) by HydromelKing, literature
Literature
Whispers of Fate [collab] (EN)
On the silver ring of the sad elder,
A tiny stone was still glowing,
A sheen of green like no other,
The souvenir of a fallen sibling.
His beloved, sweet, smart sister,
With whom he shared the womb,
Was taken by Dragon of Whisper,
Now She lays in cold stone tomb.
Years ago, in an era of splendour
He has felt the scourge coming,
The wind was carrying an odour,
Strong hint of decay was storming.
As he entered the Cave of Whisper,
Intense blood waves were all he knew,
Searching for loved one in rush of despair,
His fear was gone, it simply just flew.
Long hours he walked in the darkness,
Using only his touch for a guide,
Stinch of a Dragon t
If anything is real
It is the Unknown
The blackness
That silences the soul
The monstrous absolution
The promise of all possible
It is beyond death
As it’s beyond living
Stalking
Frail edges of my sanity
It beckons
All thoughts towards itself
Its toothless maw
Bends all reality
A giant worm
A mind-eater insatiable
An animal to oppose
This make-believe humanity
It is beyond reasoning
So close its unfamiliarity
Beyond comprehension
Its countless incarnations
In worlds undreamed of
Its touch is electric
Its eyes are hypnotizing me
From the depths of space
I stare at nothing captivated
If anything is real
It is this nothingness
Boundless
Mind disease
An augmentation self-inflicted
Nature's own chemicals
Purposefully
Redirected
Into madness
Icy flames charge
Through the vertebrae
This dying flesh
Invigorated
Infectious
Over stimulating
Sweet torture
Where terrors are born
Scream
Cry from the inside
Where nobody hears
The noize of your darkness
Fragile hair shivers
Anticipating
Mind disease
A cellular overdrive
Self-injected
Sensation distributed
Order of the brain
Overpowered
Altering reality
An alternative
Superimposed
State of humanity
Cry
Weep from the inside
Tears of comprehension
That nobody can see
Tranquility in pain
An all-consuming apathy
When nothing exist