Hollow Hollow
Pill on my tongue - metallic? No, bitter? Yes or maybe mint.
The nurse smiles. Did she call the dead man? Ghost calls echo.
Hands reach or wait or nothing. Maybe shadows.
Swallowing. Am I swallowing? Not swallowing.
Swallowing her smile, swallowing the lies - but I only feel metal.
Pill on my tongue - metallic? No, bitter? Yes or maybe mint.
The nurse smiles. Did she call the dead man? Ghost calls echo.
Hands reach or wait or nothing. Maybe shadows.
Swallowing. Am I swallowing? Not swallowing.
Swallowing her smile, swallowing the lies - but I only feel metal.
October 26, 2025 at 4:46 AM
Hollow Hollow
Pill on my tongue - metallic? No, bitter? Yes or maybe mint.
The nurse smiles. Did she call the dead man? Ghost calls echo.
Hands reach or wait or nothing. Maybe shadows.
Swallowing. Am I swallowing? Not swallowing.
Swallowing her smile, swallowing the lies - but I only feel metal.
Pill on my tongue - metallic? No, bitter? Yes or maybe mint.
The nurse smiles. Did she call the dead man? Ghost calls echo.
Hands reach or wait or nothing. Maybe shadows.
Swallowing. Am I swallowing? Not swallowing.
Swallowing her smile, swallowing the lies - but I only feel metal.
Unwanted Mind Activity [0/3]
There are two things I hate the most:
needles and worms, can't stand their host.
Both dig in, both drink slow.
Both whisper, "you need me to grow".
There are two things I hate the most:
needles and worms, can't stand their host.
Both dig in, both drink slow.
Both whisper, "you need me to grow".
October 26, 2025 at 3:08 AM
Unwanted Mind Activity [0/3]
There are two things I hate the most:
needles and worms, can't stand their host.
Both dig in, both drink slow.
Both whisper, "you need me to grow".
There are two things I hate the most:
needles and worms, can't stand their host.
Both dig in, both drink slow.
Both whisper, "you need me to grow".
Unwanted Mind Activity [1/3]
Two weeks ago, larvae hatched in my kitchen.
The smell was sweet, like memory's rot.
I watched them writhe, little ghosts of repetition,
feeding where I swore I'd stop.
Two weeks ago, larvae hatched in my kitchen.
The smell was sweet, like memory's rot.
I watched them writhe, little ghosts of repetition,
feeding where I swore I'd stop.
October 26, 2025 at 3:08 AM
Unwanted Mind Activity [1/3]
Two weeks ago, larvae hatched in my kitchen.
The smell was sweet, like memory's rot.
I watched them writhe, little ghosts of repetition,
feeding where I swore I'd stop.
Two weeks ago, larvae hatched in my kitchen.
The smell was sweet, like memory's rot.
I watched them writhe, little ghosts of repetition,
feeding where I swore I'd stop.
Unwanted Mind Activity [2/3]
I was sick, couldn't clean,
just kept watching the skin between thoughts peel.
The house hums, the veins hum and I keep wishing:
I don't have to kill. I don't have to kill.
I was sick, couldn't clean,
just kept watching the skin between thoughts peel.
The house hums, the veins hum and I keep wishing:
I don't have to kill. I don't have to kill.
October 26, 2025 at 3:05 AM
Unwanted Mind Activity [2/3]
I was sick, couldn't clean,
just kept watching the skin between thoughts peel.
The house hums, the veins hum and I keep wishing:
I don't have to kill. I don't have to kill.
I was sick, couldn't clean,
just kept watching the skin between thoughts peel.
The house hums, the veins hum and I keep wishing:
I don't have to kill. I don't have to kill.
Unwanted Mind Activity [3/3]
But they live in the warmth of my weakness.
They bloom where the needle has been.
Every time I think I'm done with the feeling,
it finds another way in.
I don't have to kill.
I whisper it slow, until it kills the will to heal.
But they live in the warmth of my weakness.
They bloom where the needle has been.
Every time I think I'm done with the feeling,
it finds another way in.
I don't have to kill.
I whisper it slow, until it kills the will to heal.
October 26, 2025 at 3:05 AM
Unwanted Mind Activity [3/3]
But they live in the warmth of my weakness.
They bloom where the needle has been.
Every time I think I'm done with the feeling,
it finds another way in.
I don't have to kill.
I whisper it slow, until it kills the will to heal.
But they live in the warmth of my weakness.
They bloom where the needle has been.
Every time I think I'm done with the feeling,
it finds another way in.
I don't have to kill.
I whisper it slow, until it kills the will to heal.
Every now and then, I'm in the mood to open my wounds.
Each time I try to seek resolve,
I scar my mind, I've got scars on my brain.
At night, I can't rest my legs; I'm always ready to run.
Sometimes, I forget what I find comfort in.
Each time I try to seek resolve,
I scar my mind, I've got scars on my brain.
At night, I can't rest my legs; I'm always ready to run.
Sometimes, I forget what I find comfort in.
October 26, 2025 at 2:27 AM
Every now and then, I'm in the mood to open my wounds.
Each time I try to seek resolve,
I scar my mind, I've got scars on my brain.
At night, I can't rest my legs; I'm always ready to run.
Sometimes, I forget what I find comfort in.
Each time I try to seek resolve,
I scar my mind, I've got scars on my brain.
At night, I can't rest my legs; I'm always ready to run.
Sometimes, I forget what I find comfort in.
Another encounter I really liked.
You can find the artists on Instagram: @bleu281_ and @cisne.soluble
dungeonscroller.net
You can find the artists on Instagram: @bleu281_ and @cisne.soluble
dungeonscroller.net
dungeonscrolling...
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October 26, 2025 at 1:51 AM
Another encounter I really liked.
You can find the artists on Instagram: @bleu281_ and @cisne.soluble
dungeonscroller.net
You can find the artists on Instagram: @bleu281_ and @cisne.soluble
dungeonscroller.net
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I don't know the author, otherwise I would credit them.
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October 26, 2025 at 1:31 AM
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I don't know the author, otherwise I would credit them.
It scratches a kind of itch I didn't even know I had.
I just want to share this experience with anyone who might enjoy it:
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I don't know the author, otherwise I would credit them.
It scratches a kind of itch I didn't even know I had.
I just want to share this experience with anyone who might enjoy it:
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Voltage Dependence [1/3]
Voltage in the veins // chains,
+snap // crack+ (beat) Electric :: split.
Flame the thought :: can't catch, can't sit,
brain splits :: copper kiss :: can't feel it.
Voltage in the veins // chains,
+snap // crack+ (beat) Electric :: split.
Flame the thought :: can't catch, can't sit,
brain splits :: copper kiss :: can't feel it.
October 25, 2025 at 9:42 PM
Voltage Dependence [1/3]
Voltage in the veins // chains,
+snap // crack+ (beat) Electric :: split.
Flame the thought :: can't catch, can't sit,
brain splits :: copper kiss :: can't feel it.
Voltage in the veins // chains,
+snap // crack+ (beat) Electric :: split.
Flame the thought :: can't catch, can't sit,
brain splits :: copper kiss :: can't feel it.
Voltage Dependence [2/3]
(Pulse) skin hums, buzzes, stings //
crackle, static in the eyes :: light's a sting.
Blue, red, green // flicker too bright,
(Shivers) tangled wires // pulse in the night.
(Pulse) skin hums, buzzes, stings //
crackle, static in the eyes :: light's a sting.
Blue, red, green // flicker too bright,
(Shivers) tangled wires // pulse in the night.
October 25, 2025 at 9:41 PM
Voltage Dependence [2/3]
(Pulse) skin hums, buzzes, stings //
crackle, static in the eyes :: light's a sting.
Blue, red, green // flicker too bright,
(Shivers) tangled wires // pulse in the night.
(Pulse) skin hums, buzzes, stings //
crackle, static in the eyes :: light's a sting.
Blue, red, green // flicker too bright,
(Shivers) tangled wires // pulse in the night.
Voltage Dependence [3/3]
+(Split)+
Tear at the thought :: breath in the air,
Hiss, hum, snap // shock in despair.
Flashes, fragments, stolen from sight ::
Broken, hollow, gone out of flight.
+(Split)+
Tear at the thought :: breath in the air,
Hiss, hum, snap // shock in despair.
Flashes, fragments, stolen from sight ::
Broken, hollow, gone out of flight.
October 25, 2025 at 9:40 PM
Voltage Dependence [3/3]
+(Split)+
Tear at the thought :: breath in the air,
Hiss, hum, snap // shock in despair.
Flashes, fragments, stolen from sight ::
Broken, hollow, gone out of flight.
+(Split)+
Tear at the thought :: breath in the air,
Hiss, hum, snap // shock in despair.
Flashes, fragments, stolen from sight ::
Broken, hollow, gone out of flight.
I was thinking about dead people and the breathing walls:
I wanted to forget so much, I forgot to breathe that night.
Curled up on a bed that wasn't mine,
waiting for a death that wasn't mine.
I opened my eyes for the first time,
I came back to a clean slate mind.
I wanted to forget so much, I forgot to breathe that night.
Curled up on a bed that wasn't mine,
waiting for a death that wasn't mine.
I opened my eyes for the first time,
I came back to a clean slate mind.
October 19, 2025 at 5:41 PM
I was thinking about dead people and the breathing walls:
I wanted to forget so much, I forgot to breathe that night.
Curled up on a bed that wasn't mine,
waiting for a death that wasn't mine.
I opened my eyes for the first time,
I came back to a clean slate mind.
I wanted to forget so much, I forgot to breathe that night.
Curled up on a bed that wasn't mine,
waiting for a death that wasn't mine.
I opened my eyes for the first time,
I came back to a clean slate mind.
Growth needs friction. Without resistance, insight has no weight.
A sudden leap can shine, but without ground beneath it, it flickers.
Yet motion is its own medicine. What unbalances one may awaken another.
A sudden leap can shine, but without ground beneath it, it flickers.
Yet motion is its own medicine. What unbalances one may awaken another.
October 19, 2025 at 4:44 PM
Growth needs friction. Without resistance, insight has no weight.
A sudden leap can shine, but without ground beneath it, it flickers.
Yet motion is its own medicine. What unbalances one may awaken another.
A sudden leap can shine, but without ground beneath it, it flickers.
Yet motion is its own medicine. What unbalances one may awaken another.
I used to frequent dextroverse
July 26, 2025 at 10:10 AM
I used to frequent dextroverse
Guitar cover of 火車 / Chain by Asunojokei
July 25, 2025 at 7:14 PM
Guitar cover of 火車 / Chain by Asunojokei
A little snippet of a song I was working on, which I lost
July 25, 2025 at 6:07 PM
A little snippet of a song I was working on, which I lost