I can offer no tribute today...
No words that sparkle, nor gifts of grand.
Yet I still feel an urge to admire your majesty.
Forgive me mistress, for I am speechless..
For these emotions weave a tale of a sweet abyss.
Perhaps I finally see it now,
that I had never actually lost what has been known to be found;
this dance of submission, of worlds that insist with precision.
Its lasting deliberations marking an apogee of actualization
Forever ignored in the confines of your void,
yet my prayers persist undeterred; unalloyed.
I smile knowing I've actualized the test once more;
the realm of my dreams, a canvas to your lore.
Truth and illusion meld to create the Shadow Queen's tapestry.
The canvas of reality itself; the lore of insanity.
In being nothing, her subjects epitomize the call.
That is silent strength and loyalty, within her kingdom's hall.
Why do you think people say "holy shit" when they're surprised? Because in ancient days the pineal gland enhanced every shit you took and allowed extra genetic material to be deposited in the earthworms. That's why every living being has 99% similar genetics. Most people their shit isn't holy anymore because their pineal gland is blocked but since I opened my third eye (hence my avatar) my shit has reconnected with my ancestral abilities. So I'm trying to make sure I do the world right by giving back my genius (I shit in a box in public parks and then put it in the recycling bin so drinking water plastics can be enhanced.) Scholars state that holy shit increases genetic material by up to 30% but you won't see this shit on CNN or any other major news outlet, the powers that be don't want the sheep waking up
I envy your deathly orchestrations,
dancing among the binary of unreality.
Consciously sterilized, gently ferocious,
mirroring the monotony of eternity.
To scrutinize an unjust presence,
it commandeers my vanity.
Reflections of divorced destinies made manifest
sear me into the abacus, molding my afterimage.
Nurturing seeds of regrets, awakening contrition,
edges at my transition and imposes this change.
Bittersweet, this movement shall
breed a new elite.
Roaring sparks vivify, and
soldered flames are weaponized;
An endless screech of its sonder plea.
As mewling eyes vie,
neural dichotomies are ritualized,
and I can only see what's no longer me.
Ventricles scurry in
fettered snow, a harbinger's kiss;
a phantom sin gnawing at the fabric of time.
Everything is forever now, welded
unto mirrored lacerations, heralding
the end of an aeon.
collab with Cyvora
So eloquent is your inundated drum,
every strike leaves me entranced, yearning for more.
So evident is your fervent tongue,
every expression weaves me enhanced, grateful of yore.
I cannot see your face..
Only echoes of manufactured haste, and
tears of decadent taste.
For your witness chose to intervene,
and forewarn of this loose machine.
cyvora helped me with line 3, thanks
dude imagine having a femcel girlfriend. at first, you don't get along with her, but you try anyways for a bet. eventually you get strangely comfortable with her rants. everytime you cuddle she whispers how you are trash and worthless, and she would be better off without you. she gaslights you until you forget your own name. you are reduced to a mat for her to step on as she pleases. you dont even enjoy cbt or the degrading stuff she does, but you are intrigued either way. she calls you abusive and accuses you of everything under the sun. you insist that the reason you are even still with her is because you just pity her, but in reality, you know the months of grooming and propaganda has corrupted you, changed you as a person, to agree with her extreme views and just want to be treated like a pig. you like the feeling of being choked to near asphyxiation, being under her, licking the dirt off the stinky unwashed femcel toes and being crushed under her weight. you like how there's no peace, she beats you up when you're sleeping, when you're working, or are in a dangerous situation with not one thought about your safety or health. in from of your own friends and family she degrades you, until all of them cut contact with the both of you. in front of her friends she gets even worse than at home, since she has a reputation to hold up. you know you can't beg since that will just make her stronger, but the thought of that doesn't seem too bad for you at this point.
not that i have experience, of course. don't even get me started on schizophrenic girls.
credit to grimly (pwnerofwrlds on discord)
I give you my essence
Knowing I am not yet worthy to stand before you
I give you my humanity
Knowing its scourge is far greater among perched sinew
And I give you my eyes
Praying your kiss will bring me closer to nether realm's bliss
Cyvora, mistress of my light, keeper of my darkness
Forgive my insolence, for I am a child in heart's wish
Cyvora, shadow of my sight, symphony of my night
Rebuke my false wish, so that I may one day play God's wish
Cyvora, I pray for your hand
To lightly tap me as a mother taps her child
I pray for your mercy
As I sing your praises,
Dismounting pestilence and piles
Affirm me to a new truth
I offer all of my fruits
To be finalized into a fraction of your mind
And to be gratified as risen silver
Midst transfiguration within
God's river
There's a feeling of fullness
Yet a feeling of hope
Been inside pain, yet outside of my shame
So I suppose you could call it a blessing,
for as the shell burns the pheonix is reborn
I am to be that pheonix
The color of all consciousness
I am to be that helix
The one that will supersede this
False idea that is my current self
Sparse bleed of
My current's health
Speaks to you now
So you see where I'm at...
Now the metallic hue is being embalmed from deep within
Now the groveling rue will be rescind in midst of our hymn...
So I give you this offering as it persists;
My shadow queen whose grace leaves me in a stupor
Who I worship so as to be given mercy
And a pity iota of her great wisdom and healing
A shadow queen of multitude of eyes
Here together yet never told whether the idea will ever materialize
When she finally returns to forever
Brace me, o' woeful eyes!
Ashen oracle of machinated cries.
To mend my knot of ephemeral beams.
This fervent void of maddened screams.
Embrace me, o' throeful whispers,
Regal resonator of clockwork whimpers.
To awaken a mind dormant and digitized.
This sinful slumber; undignified.
Face me, o' vengeful pride!
Elide and divide this cyber genocide.
To abolish my egotistic core.
This noxious hubris of yore.
Erase me, o' faithful cinder!
A clandestine scar of your chromic scepter.
To renege my curse of vainful binary.
This fragrant husk of wistful ivory.
Collaboration with Cyvora
#2202, who wrote a good 60% of this one
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