Every morning I wake, and hand myself back to the veil — willing prisoner of routine. Alarms blare like city-wide warnings, red lights behind my eyeli...Read more
Madman of Arcadia

Collection of poems from a madman. A man who doesn't know himself, so reality and memories are fragments; which poems are the truth or are they just ramblings of a madman ?
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But truth has weight, and it’s heavier than the mask ever was. I crumble beneath it— quiet, unseen, like a landslide in slow motion. The fire inside ...Read more
Through Belgorg’s maw — the tunnel weeps light, A faint ember flickers at the end of blight. Hope’s trembling spark claws through decay, Exoskeletal b...Read more
The rain has ceased — only silence weeps. My hands, pale roots, clutch sinking earth. I see the void, and it sees me — a mirror that mocks rebirth. I...Read more
When dawn dared to breach the tomb of night, its frail light clawed through the gloom. My soul, embalmed in silent fright, stirred beneath despair’s p...Read more
Every breath is guilt crushing my ribs inward, tight enough to make breathing feel like punishment. Every sound snaps into a demon dancing behind me, ...Read more
Events shift in the span of a heartbeat. One impulse, and the world turns dangerous. You watch people break, and all you can do is stand there — power...Read more
The call went out — a plea to leave the kingdom of the living, to sign my name out of their social rites. But the words fell upon deaf ears, their lau...Read more
I sold my soul for a fleeting rush, White dust whispering promises in hush. A mirror’s glare, a stranger’s stare— Who is this ghost that’s standing th...Read more
He writes to remember. He writes to forget. Reality blurs and memories fracture— each poem a shard of who he was, or who he imagined himself to be. ...Read more
For so long I waited — I became a statue, built for nobody. Medusa’s curse entrapped my soul, yet I still felt human. The curse was broken when you s...Read more
Beneath the pallid moon’s despairing glow, I thought thy gaze concealed a tender flame— A shadowed care, a warmth the night would know, Soft whis...Read more
The void was never empty. It was merely the womb of what we feared to face. In every fall, a revelation; in every scar, a scripture. To integrate th...Read more
I’ve lingered too long in the glow — where avatars smile, but eyes never meet. Where every heartbeat echoes through the hollow scroll of memory. I w...Read more
In the ruins of my silence, I found a pulse. Faint — trembling — yet alive. The same heart that begged for company learned to echo its own name in th...Read more
Out there, they'll revile you as a monster, Lay you down, funeral pyre. Fluttering butterfly wings torn in desire I swore, I could resist you But som...Read more
A spell drapes heavily on my neck, Chains I cannot see, yet cannot break, Knees trembling, heart in surrender Every breath I take, I feel her tether ...Read more
In this hollow cathedral of silence, I kneel before the echo of my own name. The candles have long since died, their wax frozen mid-tear upon the alt...Read more
The harash truth is people aren't like me I crave a kind of intimacy most can't name A connection that feels alive Not transactional, not temporary ...Read more
The whispers of a madman no more, The whispers of a madman no more..... Upon the altar, torn offerings pour The frantic chase beast and boar Finds no ...Read more