Why does my ink follow you, Agony?
Why are my sunsets filled with you, Agony?
Why do my moonlit nights glimmer with you, Agony?
Why does the cold breeze breathe your name, Agony?
Do you seek my side with a lover’s pride, Agony?
Do you crave my embrace within this darkened space, Agony?
Are you anchored to my soul until I wither away, Agony?
Are you longing to kiss me until I cease to breathe, Agony?
You are my love, you are my agony.
You became the song inside my chest.
You harvested all my shattered hopes.
You blessed my dry eyes with endless tears.
I will dry my ink solely for you, Agony.
May 26
May 26, 2026 at 6:41 AM UTC
Sunset — East —
Sunrise — West —
Killing Lives — For the Power of You —
Blood on Hands — It Leads to You —
Broken Balance — For a Greedy You —
Void of Soul — **** Off — You —
Here comes next — just as You,
Locked in Glass — A Pay-Per-View —
Pixel ***** — The Prostituted You —
Selling Flesh — Through a Glowing Screen —
The Newest Way — For the Defiled You —
Blood — Spilled —
Honor — Sold —
Because Of — Who —
Because Of — You —
Mar 13
Mar 13, 2026 at 1:41 AM UTC
Soul—born devoid of reason,
Mind—burned out, without a reason.
Heart—chained by relations,
Nerves—burning with emotions.
Soul—silent, for some reason.
God—selling false illusions.
Someone—break this tension,
Soul—just wants salvation.
Feb 27
Feb 27, 2026 at 2:43 AM UTC
Boundless and bleak, abyssal it seems,
Lost in the ocean, alive in dreams.
Placid he breathes, yet daring he stays;
Hushed he remains, yet thundering he hides.
Plotting his escape while smiling at Fate.
Weighty he feels, yet hollow he lies;
Vital he pulses, yet ghostly he dies.
Directions have changed, yet something feels right;
Answers arose as questions drowned.
A haloed sky called out his name;
Ethereal he drifts — a soul loosed from frame.
Feb 20
Feb 20, 2026 at 3:00 AM UTC
Decayed it felt,
Dismayed it felt;
Stale it felt,
And pale it felt.
Bizarre thou art,
Of foulest part;
A jarring scar,
Best kept afar.
Cadaver, O cadaver—
I will stay far away,
In thy decay thou stay’st.
I will stay miles away,
Where thy foul-grey corpse lies.
I will never choose thee,
Nor taste thy bitter brew;
I will never open thee,
For breathless-blue art thou.
Feb 17
Feb 17, 2026 at 5:19 AM UTC