my alarm beeps again.
See beyond the bodies exploding into open funereal candles that shine in a circle-
scarred anguish- sprawling riots of dirty graves- spiritual blood cutting the zone- spiritual blood cutting the sunflowers.
Weaklings in this wretched flesh, echoes of a lost eye peer in the crisis of an oracles blind dream,
absent skies of the heartily depraved,
you cant see the fog that bled nudity from the red clouds of a hand raised up, with fingers pointing down,
come from your body, funereal candles shine, light eaten by these darkest of times. Come from your body, funereal candles shine, light eaten by these red clouds breathing out.
Deaths bells at dawn for the fallen deceiver, cutting your body- you cant see the effigy-
broken bodies rage- ripples on the far hill see beyond the curtains- graves rise- blossoming divinity cascading and taken home-
to be dead is to grasp the flaming echoing cries of fickle winds and silence- diamond blessings cut the zone in these dark times-
in these times, in these times- breathe in, breathe out- in these times, in these times.
Ascension is forever out of my grasp and I'm naked in a room of feathers- their wrath is sickly and atomic fire bled all over autumn leaves-
leaving me alone with the hills of silence.
These wings will not fly anymore, in these darkest of times, weaklings cloud the old faiths-
exploding spiritual fingers come from your body and candles shine by the walls as this coma has me open doors in the fog-
circles of hell await me as I bled all over the autumn leaves, illuminating their sins-
there is no peace in this place- there are no sins in this peace- there is no hell in this place-
cutting the fallen deceiver as the dark nightmare goes screaming into the universe.
the aching cries of all flood the light, red nights raised your body and my powerless cries hung me in disgust,
my naked body twists in stars screaming in this wretched flesh.
Home- I crawled into lights unknown- home- deaths bells await me.
#The World 2: (Darkest Times)
dusk iron
dusk iron
The World 2: (Darkest Times)
dusk iron
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still igloo
I’ll read this when I get home
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my alarm beeps again.
See beyond the bodies exploding into open funereal candles...
I’m speechless
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still igloo
“These wings will not fly anymore, in these darkest of times, weaklings cloud the old faiths-“ love this line
still igloo
I cut it together with passion
I can tell
still igloo
I cut it together with passion
I think you’ll get published some day I truly believe that and I’ll be proud to say that I was in your corner since May 26th 2026
still igloo
You should submit it
dusk iron
that would be nice
still igloo
that would be nice
Do it
still igloo
then its back to the shadows
Just because they don’t react like me doesn’t mean you should stop trying
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still igloo
Peak haiku
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light eaten by these red clouds breathing out.
There is no way i can match a feedback worthy of such good literature. the bold imagery, the pain, the emotions: and the fact that they are portrayed so well that the reader can feel it closing their chest tighter (i did, so.)
echoes of a lost eye peer in the crisis of an oracles blind dream,
you cant see the fog that bled nudity from the red clouds of a hand raised up.....
very emotionally tense, and very strong imagery. Absolutely lovely.
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