wallyroo92
Poem Published
1st Nov 2024 7:41pm
1st Nov 2024 7:41pm
One of Them
Cold shadows collected, strewn through the night
Like a dark trousseau full of mourning and grief
As the remnants of ghosts and specters past
Gather around like a den of thieves
But my eyes could not distinguish life from death
The very fabric of reality has been lost to memory
With an emptiness that seems to weigh a ton
Where the silence feels quite deafening
There, secrets are whispered in frayed threads
Fractured and broken in mnemonic tones
Lost forever in the echoes of time
Knowing I’ll become one of them
Like a dark trousseau full of mourning and grief
As the remnants of ghosts and specters past
Gather around like a den of thieves
But my eyes could not distinguish life from death
The very fabric of reality has been lost to memory
With an emptiness that seems to weigh a ton
Where the silence feels quite deafening
There, secrets are whispered in frayed threads
Fractured and broken in mnemonic tones
Lost forever in the echoes of time
Knowing I’ll become one of them
#dark
#depression
127 reads
2 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
1st Nov 2024 7:41pm
1st Nov 2024 7:41pm
One of Them
Cold shadows collected, strewn through the night
Like a dark trousseau full of mourning and grief
As the remnants of ghosts and specters past
Gather around like a den of thieves
But my eyes could not distinguish life from death
The very fabric of reality has been lost to memory
With an emptiness that seems to weigh a ton
Where the silence feels quite deafening
There, secrets are whispered in frayed threads
Fractured and broken in mnemonic tones
Lost forever in the echoes of time
Knowing I’ll become one of them
Like a dark trousseau full of mourning and grief
As the remnants of ghosts and specters past
Gather around like a den of thieves
But my eyes could not distinguish life from death
The very fabric of reality has been lost to memory
With an emptiness that seems to weigh a ton
Where the silence feels quite deafening
There, secrets are whispered in frayed threads
Fractured and broken in mnemonic tones
Lost forever in the echoes of time
Knowing I’ll become one of them
#dark
#depression
127 reads
2 Comments
Forcubanlinx
Poem Published
3rd Dec 2024 9:35pm
3rd Dec 2024 9:35pm
The Doom of Progressive Anatomy
Extending the life of those trapped in subjugation,
Agonizing torment—the modification of the enslaved.
Haunting vibrations echo through the air,
Pleading for mercy, but suffering is the only way.
Contorting bodies—the ramifications of despair,
Malevolent scenes, a choir of shrieking flesh.
A grim sight to take in,
The dawn of a new existence—
In control of soul and body,
Genetic reconstruction—the future in mass production.
A mind without emotion, to fulfill the maker's decree.
Instruments of destruction—entities devoid of personality. ...
Agonizing torment—the modification of the enslaved.
Haunting vibrations echo through the air,
Pleading for mercy, but suffering is the only way.
Contorting bodies—the ramifications of despair,
Malevolent scenes, a choir of shrieking flesh.
A grim sight to take in,
The dawn of a new existence—
In control of soul and body,
Genetic reconstruction—the future in mass production.
A mind without emotion, to fulfill the maker's decree.
Instruments of destruction—entities devoid of personality. ...
#dark
#dystopian
#horror
#scifi
#apocalypse
184 reads
4 Comments
Forcubanlinx
Poem Published
3rd Dec 2024 9:35pm
3rd Dec 2024 9:35pm
The Doom of Progressive Anatomy
Extending the life of those trapped in subjugation,
Agonizing torment—the modification of the enslaved.
Haunting vibrations echo through the air,
Pleading for mercy, but suffering is the only way.
Contorting bodies—the ramifications of despair,
Malevolent scenes, a choir of shrieking flesh.
A grim sight to take in,
The dawn of a new existence—
In control of soul and body,
Genetic reconstruction—the future in mass production.
A mind without emotion, to fulfill the maker's decree.
Instruments of destruction—entities devoid of personality. ...
Agonizing torment—the modification of the enslaved.
Haunting vibrations echo through the air,
Pleading for mercy, but suffering is the only way.
Contorting bodies—the ramifications of despair,
Malevolent scenes, a choir of shrieking flesh.
A grim sight to take in,
The dawn of a new existence—
In control of soul and body,
Genetic reconstruction—the future in mass production.
A mind without emotion, to fulfill the maker's decree.
Instruments of destruction—entities devoid of personality. ...
#dark
#dystopian
#horror
#scifi
#apocalypse
184 reads
4 Comments
Forcubanlinx
Poem Published
3rd Dec 2024 9:35pm
3rd Dec 2024 9:35pm
The Doom of Progressive Anatomy
Extending the life of those trapped in subjugation,
Agonizing torment—the modification of the enslaved.
Haunting vibrations echo through the air,
Pleading for mercy, but suffering is the only way.
Contorting bodies—the ramifications of despair,
Malevolent scenes, a choir of shrieking flesh.
A grim sight to take in,
The dawn of a new existence—
In control of soul and body,
Genetic reconstruction—the future in mass production.
A mind without emotion, to fulfill the maker's decree.
Instruments of destruction—entities devoid of personality. ...
Agonizing torment—the modification of the enslaved.
Haunting vibrations echo through the air,
Pleading for mercy, but suffering is the only way.
Contorting bodies—the ramifications of despair,
Malevolent scenes, a choir of shrieking flesh.
A grim sight to take in,
The dawn of a new existence—
In control of soul and body,
Genetic reconstruction—the future in mass production.
A mind without emotion, to fulfill the maker's decree.
Instruments of destruction—entities devoid of personality. ...
#dark
#dystopian
#horror
#scifi
#apocalypse
184 reads
4 Comments
Forcubanlinx
Poem Published
3rd Dec 2024 9:35pm
3rd Dec 2024 9:35pm
The Doom of Progressive Anatomy
Extending the life of those trapped in subjugation,
Agonizing torment—the modification of the enslaved.
Haunting vibrations echo through the air,
Pleading for mercy, but suffering is the only way.
Contorting bodies—the ramifications of despair,
Malevolent scenes, a choir of shrieking flesh.
A grim sight to take in,
The dawn of a new existence—
In control of soul and body,
Genetic reconstruction—the future in mass production.
A mind without emotion, to fulfill the maker's decree.
Instruments of destruction—entities devoid of personality. ...
Agonizing torment—the modification of the enslaved.
Haunting vibrations echo through the air,
Pleading for mercy, but suffering is the only way.
Contorting bodies—the ramifications of despair,
Malevolent scenes, a choir of shrieking flesh.
A grim sight to take in,
The dawn of a new existence—
In control of soul and body,
Genetic reconstruction—the future in mass production.
A mind without emotion, to fulfill the maker's decree.
Instruments of destruction—entities devoid of personality. ...
#dark
#dystopian
#horror
#scifi
#apocalypse
184 reads
4 Comments
Forcubanlinx
Poem Published
3rd Dec 2024 9:35pm
3rd Dec 2024 9:35pm
The Doom of Progressive Anatomy
Extending the life of those trapped in subjugation,
Agonizing torment—the modification of the enslaved.
Haunting vibrations echo through the air,
Pleading for mercy, but suffering is the only way.
Contorting bodies—the ramifications of despair,
Malevolent scenes, a choir of shrieking flesh.
A grim sight to take in,
The dawn of a new existence—
In control of soul and body,
Genetic reconstruction—the future in mass production.
A mind without emotion, to fulfill the maker's decree.
Instruments of destruction—entities devoid of personality. ...
Agonizing torment—the modification of the enslaved.
Haunting vibrations echo through the air,
Pleading for mercy, but suffering is the only way.
Contorting bodies—the ramifications of despair,
Malevolent scenes, a choir of shrieking flesh.
A grim sight to take in,
The dawn of a new existence—
In control of soul and body,
Genetic reconstruction—the future in mass production.
A mind without emotion, to fulfill the maker's decree.
Instruments of destruction—entities devoid of personality. ...
#dark
#dystopian
#horror
#scifi
#apocalypse
184 reads
4 Comments
DevilsChild
Poem Published
30th Oct 2024 11:13pm
30th Oct 2024 11:13pm
Draculina
she was crying with a gun in her mouth
the smell of her families blood around
I asked “who did this?”
as tears ran down her face
her silence disturbed me
still I extended my hand, then told her
“why die when you could live forever?”
she was a bit on the wild side
I shrugged it off as her being young
though her actions were bothersome
ripping kids heads off
running after pregnant women
tearing the fetus from the belly
I’m a monster, but it still made me sick
I might be a murderer
but more of the gentle...
the smell of her families blood around
I asked “who did this?”
as tears ran down her face
her silence disturbed me
still I extended my hand, then told her
“why die when you could live forever?”
she was a bit on the wild side
I shrugged it off as her being young
though her actions were bothersome
ripping kids heads off
running after pregnant women
tearing the fetus from the belly
I’m a monster, but it still made me sick
I might be a murderer
but more of the gentle...
#dark
#Halloween
#vampires
114 reads
3 Comments
DevilsChild
Poem Published
30th Oct 2024 11:13pm
30th Oct 2024 11:13pm
Draculina
she was crying with a gun in her mouth
the smell of her families blood around
I asked “who did this?”
as tears ran down her face
her silence disturbed me
still I extended my hand, then told her
“why die when you could live forever?”
she was a bit on the wild side
I shrugged it off as her being young
though her actions were bothersome
ripping kids heads off
running after pregnant women
tearing the fetus from the belly
I’m a monster, but it still made me sick
I might be a murderer
but more of the gentle...
the smell of her families blood around
I asked “who did this?”
as tears ran down her face
her silence disturbed me
still I extended my hand, then told her
“why die when you could live forever?”
she was a bit on the wild side
I shrugged it off as her being young
though her actions were bothersome
ripping kids heads off
running after pregnant women
tearing the fetus from the belly
I’m a monster, but it still made me sick
I might be a murderer
but more of the gentle...
#dark
#Halloween
#vampires
114 reads
3 Comments
DevilsChild
Poem Published
30th Oct 2024 11:13pm
30th Oct 2024 11:13pm
Draculina
she was crying with a gun in her mouth
the smell of her families blood around
I asked “who did this?”
as tears ran down her face
her silence disturbed me
still I extended my hand, then told her
“why die when you could live forever?”
she was a bit on the wild side
I shrugged it off as her being young
though her actions were bothersome
ripping kids heads off
running after pregnant women
tearing the fetus from the belly
I’m a monster, but it still made me sick
I might be a murderer
but more of the gentle...
the smell of her families blood around
I asked “who did this?”
as tears ran down her face
her silence disturbed me
still I extended my hand, then told her
“why die when you could live forever?”
she was a bit on the wild side
I shrugged it off as her being young
though her actions were bothersome
ripping kids heads off
running after pregnant women
tearing the fetus from the belly
I’m a monster, but it still made me sick
I might be a murderer
but more of the gentle...
#dark
#Halloween
#vampires
114 reads
3 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
25th Apr 2024 3:49pm
25th Apr 2024 3:49pm
Insignificance
Oblivion is sounding good right now.
I have no good will left for appeal
and only faith in reason anyhow
as it does so much more than zeal,
though zeal gets all of the accolades
because we love a vivacious tale,
games, or cinema, with bullets and blades
when suburban life has gotten stale.
Too drab are the axes X, Y, and Z
unless by artillery to explode
any and all forms of an enemy
well within the range of targeting mode.
And that mode will not recognize zeal
or the...
I have no good will left for appeal
and only faith in reason anyhow
as it does so much more than zeal,
though zeal gets all of the accolades
because we love a vivacious tale,
games, or cinema, with bullets and blades
when suburban life has gotten stale.
Too drab are the axes X, Y, and Z
unless by artillery to explode
any and all forms of an enemy
well within the range of targeting mode.
And that mode will not recognize zeal
or the...
#dark
#despair
#humankind
163 reads
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
25th Apr 2024 3:49pm
25th Apr 2024 3:49pm
Insignificance
Oblivion is sounding good right now.
I have no good will left for appeal
and only faith in reason anyhow
as it does so much more than zeal,
though zeal gets all of the accolades
because we love a vivacious tale,
games, or cinema, with bullets and blades
when suburban life has gotten stale.
Too drab are the axes X, Y, and Z
unless by artillery to explode
any and all forms of an enemy
well within the range of targeting mode.
And that mode will not recognize zeal
or the...
I have no good will left for appeal
and only faith in reason anyhow
as it does so much more than zeal,
though zeal gets all of the accolades
because we love a vivacious tale,
games, or cinema, with bullets and blades
when suburban life has gotten stale.
Too drab are the axes X, Y, and Z
unless by artillery to explode
any and all forms of an enemy
well within the range of targeting mode.
And that mode will not recognize zeal
or the...
#dark
#despair
#humankind
163 reads
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