Month: November 2025

in the mud in the rain lies a strange cracked mask rehearsing its lines going through the emotions of the faces it has worn the lives it has lived and still never truly understood who it was or what brought about its creation a mask worn for too long is still a mask a bare minimum to face this savage world

we forget where the ocean and sky ends where maps and constellations drown where autumn is the one truth in the lies we have orchestrated

the dark gods we thought extinct sleep beneath the city grey their lucid dreams driving hollow shells of flesh into madness and shaping the ways of cruelty