The door opens its **** laced
With sweat slicked hands trying
The body to help escape the
House on account of all the awful
Silence on the inside rather be
Drawn to the noise outside for
This crowd of folks the mind
Barely knows are gathered seeming
To worship almost with flashes of
Phones cameras and grasping claws
(ANDALLSEEMEDWELL)
The mouth opens teeth knock
Together like ceramic knives like
The ones the ears always hear of
On the TV hawked by the hero
Of the airwaves with all his wolfish
Nestling with the rest the mouth
Opens and the tongue dances its
Tune feeling the dry come calling
Knowing all the head should have to
Do just like the rest of them with
The neck bent and the skin creased
(WHATDOYOUSEE)
Claws are pointed to the sky where
All those eyes are strained to catch
A glimpse of what it is that the eyes
Are dreading to meet yet the neck
Does the head's bidding and cranes
To see the figure in the air cloaked
In a dark shroud draped head to toe
And its back is arched and they can't
See the mouth opened beneath the
Cloth is being molded to its teeth
The hands and feet are exposed and
White and chained and from them drips
(αἷμα ROTVINE דָּם)
The cloth undulates like the wings of
A doom-drunk dragon come to
Breathe death underneath its great
Teeth bared serpentine glee
It's like a flag hung over that thing
The parents never wanted you to
See in the attic that hides inside the
Shame engulfs the crowd and then
They notice the sound of what is
Coming out the figure's mouth and
It's a hissing gasp like it's fighting for
Air so cold so siphoned by this sound
And all the mind can think to cry is
(MTNSCOVERME)
One claw clutches a miracle glass in
Small fingers adorned with nails
Driven into cuticles gnashed at
By cuspids pulled tight by a set of
Bracing wind seeming to invade the
Figure brushes the arms with steel
Limbs come close and protect the
Core groups of followers come and
Crouch by the digital stream to eat
The flesh and drink the blood and
Toss the bones and never once
Look into the vessel holding this
Miracle glass and its one red eye
And a swirling filling thing exuding
(ζωή ● ζάω ● βίος)
Now there is a new face and a new claw
Clutching a corded receiver for the
Voice sent quavering out to the homes
Of those still trapped inside and loyal
To the dying thing called a broadcast
And the voice keeps its song above
The mind now drifting underneath the
Shroud seeming to try and tangle in
The hair is up on the back of the neck
As the mind remembers too vividly the
Time slowed when the eyes saw the
Little body wrapped in a sheet
Flecked with hematic ink from the
Impacted a small community just south
Of the greater central metropolitan area
(BREAKINGNEWSBULLETINREPORTALERT)
And now the voice is being strangled
By the deep Southern accent so
Long ago buried beneath the Midwest
It slithers from between the front teeth
Like a strip of aluminum slicing
The gums feel bone dry all suddenly
And the head feels like it's burning
The eyes sting like tears are trying to
Race down the clenched jaw and
The hands grip together so tight on
The receiver now receiving nothing
And the legs are being urged by
The mind insisting that they must
Be anywhere else but beneath the
Figure continues to **** in air
The only exhales from elsewhere say
("I think ■■■ having a panic attack"
"Get ■■■ in the van"
"Well we can't keep ■■■ in there all day ■■■ gotta finish this story")
There is one head adorned with
Shaded glasses hiding the eyes from
The light is so alien and painful since
The house has gone from prison to
Sheltering the body from all that is
Outside became so hostile the mind
Resolved to know nothing of others
Except their voices and faces until
Even the faces became offensive and
Even warped like put together by
Mad gods who turned to be false and
Only parts of the self inflated and
Pained hours turned to days of not
Knowing what day it is and now the
Note that the paper and pen are
Stillness covers them and the desk
Upon that day the mind had decided
(TOWHOMITMAYPLEASEBENOTCONCERNED)
Another mouth screams of the Divine
Clutching at the volume and only
Lusting after its tail end times letter
It claims to know just what harbinger
This figure is bringing about but one
Drop catches the forehead though it
Is nowhere underneath the pained
Being a professional on the stage the
Mask doesn't slip but the mind thinks
Of the day the spouse left the bed
Cold day much too late in the year
And now the spirit cannot recall the
Last time the Name had been lifted
Up in the private corners of the house
Above the cabinet of burning amber
Drained nearly dry one night as the
Body lay on the floor cursing with the
Body's release bringing the only warmth
("Hey, just checkin' in! I know things have been rough for you...let's catch up sometime, grab lunch! I'm prayin' for ya!")
A tremendous crack is heard and all
The claws lower like it was a whip
And so of a sort it was as the figure
Writhes in its prison in the air and
Finally straightens as if it intends to
Gives the mob something new to
Talking lowers to a whisper among
The many hands cling to the nearest
Bodies are uncomfortable with the
Contact has been made, they think
But the figure is still swallowing the
Air steps aside as it continues to lean
Forward with its back still groaning
Louder than its mouth like a tree
Giving way to the teeth of a blade and
Now the covered face is parallel to
The mob that shuffles away from its
Own horrified expression on its teeth
That show a grimace or haunted grin
(L1ANDL2ANDL3)
And now all the ears want to shrink
Back into the homes all the bodies
Emerged from when it first appeared
Because they tingle with the stillness
Now descending like a hunting arrow
Aimed at them because the figure
Has stopped the inflowing current of
Air feels suffocating now to the mob
Some voices begin to scream wordless
And some begin to shout pleas of
Sounds like desperation escape the
Mouths stretched open by wonder
Some say things like "say something"
As if the covered ears can hear the
Timid spirits drifting out the vessels
And somehow the figure's breath hitches
And some still say they saw that its
Diaphragm contracted to scream out
But many minds still aren't sure whether
They or the figure asked the question
( A A A G G O N N Y Y Y )
Are we
Alone
?!?!!??!
?!??!???
?!?!?!!!
?!??!???
?!??!!??
?!??!!!!
?!???!!!
?!??!!!!
?!?!??!!
?!?!????
?!?????!
?!?!??!?
?!?????!
?!??!?!!
?!??!!??
?!???!?!
?!?!?!??
?!??!!!!
?!?!??!!
Dec 30, 2025
Dec 30, 2025 at 9:24 PM UTC
The door opens its **** laced
With sweat slicked hands trying
The body to help escape the
House on account of all the awful
Silence on the inside rather be
Drawn to the noise outside for
This crowd of folks the mind
Barely knows are gathered seeming
To worship almost with flashes of
Phones cameras and grasping claws
(ANDALLSEEMEDWELL)
The mouth opens teeth knock
Together like ceramic knives like
The ones the ears always hear of
On the TV hawked by the hero
Of the airwaves with all his wolfish
Nestling with the rest the mouth
Opens and the tongue dances its
Tune feeling the dry come calling
Knowing all the head should have to
Do just like the rest of them with
The neck bent and the skin creased
(WHATDOYOUSEE)
Claws are pointed to the sky where
All those eyes are strained to catch
A glimpse of what it is that the eyes
Are dreading to meet yet the neck
Does the head's bidding and cranes
To see the figure in the air cloaked
In a dark shroud draped head to toe
And its back is arched and they can't
See the mouth opened beneath the
Cloth is being molded to its teeth
The hands and feet are exposed and
White and chained and from them drips
(αἷμα ROTVINE דָּם)
The cloth undulates like the wings of
A doom-drunk dragon come to
Breathe death underneath its great
Teeth bared serpentine glee
It's like a flag hung over that thing
The parents never wanted you to
See in the attic that hides inside the
Shame engulfs the crowd and then
They notice the sound of what is
Coming out the figure's mouth and
It's a hissing gasp like it's fighting for
Air so cold so siphoned by this sound
And all the mind can think to cry is
(MTNSCOVERME)
One claw clutches a miracle glass in
Small fingers adorned with nails
Driven into cuticles gnashed at
By cuspids pulled tight by a set of
Bracing wind seeming to invade the
Figure brushes the arms with steel
Limbs come close and protect the
Core groups of followers come and
Crouch by the digital stream to eat
The flesh and drink the blood and
Toss the bones and never once
Look into the vessel holding this
Miracle glass and its one red eye
And a swirling filling thing exuding
(ζωή ● ζάω ● βίος)
Now there is a new face and a new claw
Clutching a corded receiver for the
Voice sent quavering out to the homes
Of those still trapped inside and loyal
To the dying thing called a broadcast
And the voice keeps its song above
The mind now drifting underneath the
Shroud seeming to try and tangle in
The hair is up on the back of the neck
As the mind remembers too vividly the
Time slowed when the eyes saw the
Little body wrapped in a sheet
Flecked with hematic ink from the
Impacted a small community just south
Of the greater central metropolitan area
(BREAKINGNEWSBULLETINREPORTALERT)
And now the voice is being strangled
By the deep Southern accent so
Long ago buried beneath the Midwest
It slithers from between the front teeth
Like a strip of aluminum slicing
The gums feel bone dry all suddenly
And the head feels like it's burning
The eyes sting like tears are trying to
Race down the clenched jaw and
The hands grip together so tight on
The receiver now receiving nothing
And the legs are being urged by
The mind insisting that they must
Be anywhere else but beneath the
Figure continues to **** in air
The only exhales from elsewhere say
("I think ■■■ having a panic attack"
"Get ■■■ in the van"
"Well we can't keep ■■■ in there all day ■■■ gotta finish this story")
There is one head adorned with
Shaded glasses hiding the eyes from
The light is so alien and painful since
The house has gone from prison to
Sheltering the body from all that is
Outside became so hostile the mind
Resolved to know nothing of others
Except their voices and faces until
Even the faces became offensive and
Even warped like put together by
Mad gods who turned to be false and
Only parts of the self inflated and
Pained hours turned to days of not
Knowing what day it is and now the
Note that the paper and pen are
Stillness covers them and the desk
Upon that day the mind had decided
(TOWHOMITMAYPLEASEBENOTCONCERNED)
Another mouth screams of the Divine
Clutching at the volume and only
Lusting after its tail end times letter
It claims to know just what harbinger
This figure is bringing about but one
Drop catches the forehead though it
Is nowhere underneath the pained
Being a professional on the stage the
Mask doesn't slip but the mind thinks
Of the day the spouse left the bed
Cold day much too late in the year
And now the spirit cannot recall the
Last time the Name had been lifted
Up in the private corners of the house
Above the cabinet of burning amber
Drained nearly dry one night as the
Body lay on the floor cursing with the
Body's release bringing the only warmth
("Hey, just checkin' in! I know things have been rough for you...let's catch up sometime, grab lunch! I'm prayin' for ya!")
A tremendous crack is heard and all
The claws lower like it was a whip
And so of a sort it was as the figure
Writhes in its prison in the air and
Finally straightens as if it intends to
Gives the mob something new to
Talking lowers to a whisper among
The many hands cling to the nearest
Bodies are uncomfortable with the
Contact has been made, they think
But the figure is still swallowing the
Air steps aside as it continues to lean
Forward with its back still groaning
Louder than its mouth like a tree
Giving way to the teeth of a blade and
Now the covered face is parallel to
The mob that shuffles away from its
Own horrified expression on its teeth
That show a grimace or haunted grin
(L1ANDL2ANDL3)
And now all the ears want to shrink
Back into the homes all the bodies
Emerged from when it first appeared
Because they tingle with the stillness
Now descending like a hunting arrow
Aimed at them because the figure
Has stopped the inflowing current of
Air feels suffocating now to the mob
Some voices begin to scream wordless
And some begin to shout pleas of
Sounds like desperation escape the
Mouths stretched open by wonder
Some say things like "say something"
As if the covered ears can hear the
Timid spirits drifting out the vessels
And somehow the figure's breath hitches
And some still say they saw that its
Diaphragm contracted to scream out
But many minds still aren't sure whether
They or the figure asked the question
( A A A G G O N N Y Y Y )
Are we
Alone
?!?!!??!
?!??!???
?!?!?!!!
?!??!???
?!??!!??
?!??!!!!
?!???!!!
?!??!!!!
?!?!??!!
?!?!????
?!?????!
?!?!??!?
?!?????!
?!??!?!!
?!??!!??
?!???!?!
?!?!?!??
?!??!!!!
?!?!??!!
Once in a while I just spitball something based around a single idea I can't seem to escape. In this case, it was the levitating figure described here, with a crowd beneath it.