Soba.
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i dreamt i was an angel
made up of metal and blood
each feather dipped in oil
a being born without emotion
born without reason
can someone like that love?
made up of metal and blood
each feather dipped in oil
a being born without emotion
born without reason
can someone like that love?
January 28, 2026 at 4:51 PM
i dreamt i was an angel
made up of metal and blood
each feather dipped in oil
a being born without emotion
born without reason
can someone like that love?
made up of metal and blood
each feather dipped in oil
a being born without emotion
born without reason
can someone like that love?
Doth truth evade me?
Or am I merely blind?
Sightless in this world of color
Each visage a blur
And I must ask myself
Is this real?
Or am I merely blind?
Sightless in this world of color
Each visage a blur
And I must ask myself
Is this real?
January 24, 2026 at 2:46 AM
Doth truth evade me?
Or am I merely blind?
Sightless in this world of color
Each visage a blur
And I must ask myself
Is this real?
Or am I merely blind?
Sightless in this world of color
Each visage a blur
And I must ask myself
Is this real?
May god hold steady the hand
That plunges this blade
Deep within the recesses of my soul
Each drop a piece of my essence
Each a memory, a tear, a love lost
My feet anointed in oil
And a spear through my heart
I smile
That plunges this blade
Deep within the recesses of my soul
Each drop a piece of my essence
Each a memory, a tear, a love lost
My feet anointed in oil
And a spear through my heart
I smile
January 24, 2026 at 2:42 AM
May god hold steady the hand
That plunges this blade
Deep within the recesses of my soul
Each drop a piece of my essence
Each a memory, a tear, a love lost
My feet anointed in oil
And a spear through my heart
I smile
That plunges this blade
Deep within the recesses of my soul
Each drop a piece of my essence
Each a memory, a tear, a love lost
My feet anointed in oil
And a spear through my heart
I smile
could a rope cure my sins?
burning away the darkness
in an intimate embrace
breath becoming only a memory
until there is only light
burning away the darkness
in an intimate embrace
breath becoming only a memory
until there is only light
January 23, 2026 at 5:05 PM
could a rope cure my sins?
burning away the darkness
in an intimate embrace
breath becoming only a memory
until there is only light
burning away the darkness
in an intimate embrace
breath becoming only a memory
until there is only light
i looked at the sky. i wanted to see something, anything. still nothing. just emptiness.
January 23, 2026 at 12:12 AM
i looked at the sky. i wanted to see something, anything. still nothing. just emptiness.
once the clock strikes midnight, will i finally be happy?
January 23, 2026 at 12:09 AM
once the clock strikes midnight, will i finally be happy?
i still think about that day. but not about the pain. the intensity at which i felt everything clash together at once is what i think about. it makes me want to puke. the way it felt to see the skin pull apart, to see the flesh underneath. the taste in my mouth when i saw the blood pool.
January 22, 2026 at 9:00 PM
i still think about that day. but not about the pain. the intensity at which i felt everything clash together at once is what i think about. it makes me want to puke. the way it felt to see the skin pull apart, to see the flesh underneath. the taste in my mouth when i saw the blood pool.
some days i wish to be stabbed
to have a gaping wound in my chest
to feel each drop of blood exit my body
to reach a feverish state of euphoria
the life draining from my very soul
as nothingness fades into nothingness
dust unto dust
rot.
i wonder if death's hug is warm
to have a gaping wound in my chest
to feel each drop of blood exit my body
to reach a feverish state of euphoria
the life draining from my very soul
as nothingness fades into nothingness
dust unto dust
rot.
i wonder if death's hug is warm
January 22, 2026 at 8:52 PM
some days i wish to be stabbed
to have a gaping wound in my chest
to feel each drop of blood exit my body
to reach a feverish state of euphoria
the life draining from my very soul
as nothingness fades into nothingness
dust unto dust
rot.
i wonder if death's hug is warm
to have a gaping wound in my chest
to feel each drop of blood exit my body
to reach a feverish state of euphoria
the life draining from my very soul
as nothingness fades into nothingness
dust unto dust
rot.
i wonder if death's hug is warm
life
it sickens me
the beautiful struggle and pain
the way your blood looks at me
it is all so delightful
the vomit on the floor
the fear in your eyes
its as if my gut is twisted
into a perverse symbol
of human love
it sickens me
the beautiful struggle and pain
the way your blood looks at me
it is all so delightful
the vomit on the floor
the fear in your eyes
its as if my gut is twisted
into a perverse symbol
of human love
January 22, 2026 at 8:49 PM
life
it sickens me
the beautiful struggle and pain
the way your blood looks at me
it is all so delightful
the vomit on the floor
the fear in your eyes
its as if my gut is twisted
into a perverse symbol
of human love
it sickens me
the beautiful struggle and pain
the way your blood looks at me
it is all so delightful
the vomit on the floor
the fear in your eyes
its as if my gut is twisted
into a perverse symbol
of human love
i want to take my eyes out
i want to hold them in my hand
stare at my own face
feel each lump
every small imperfection
before squeezing down on them
slowly
until my hands are coated
i wonder if even then
i will still be blind
i want to hold them in my hand
stare at my own face
feel each lump
every small imperfection
before squeezing down on them
slowly
until my hands are coated
i wonder if even then
i will still be blind
January 22, 2026 at 7:49 PM
i want to take my eyes out
i want to hold them in my hand
stare at my own face
feel each lump
every small imperfection
before squeezing down on them
slowly
until my hands are coated
i wonder if even then
i will still be blind
i want to hold them in my hand
stare at my own face
feel each lump
every small imperfection
before squeezing down on them
slowly
until my hands are coated
i wonder if even then
i will still be blind
The dogs woke me up
Constant barking
But when i looked
Nothing was there
Constant barking
But when i looked
Nothing was there
January 22, 2026 at 7:44 PM
The dogs woke me up
Constant barking
But when i looked
Nothing was there
Constant barking
But when i looked
Nothing was there
Reposted by Soba.
The Dogs are Home
The Beginning of the End
Raise the Flags
Blessed are the Few
Prodigal Son
The End of the Beginning
The Beginning of the End
Raise the Flags
Blessed are the Few
Prodigal Son
The End of the Beginning
January 22, 2026 at 7:36 PM
The Dogs are Home
The Beginning of the End
Raise the Flags
Blessed are the Few
Prodigal Son
The End of the Beginning
The Beginning of the End
Raise the Flags
Blessed are the Few
Prodigal Son
The End of the Beginning
i don't really consider myself to have been slighted by anyone. this is simply my existence. it is silent. it is tiring. it is mine. perhaps of my own creation, perhaps as a curse. i have no idea. isolation and silence just come too naturally to me, regardless of what i want.
January 20, 2026 at 10:49 PM
i don't really consider myself to have been slighted by anyone. this is simply my existence. it is silent. it is tiring. it is mine. perhaps of my own creation, perhaps as a curse. i have no idea. isolation and silence just come too naturally to me, regardless of what i want.
life doesn't call
nor does it listen
its just existing in emptiness
not a word
not a sound
no love to give
nor a care for hate
it just is
maddeningly so
nor does it listen
its just existing in emptiness
not a word
not a sound
no love to give
nor a care for hate
it just is
maddeningly so
January 20, 2026 at 10:44 PM
life doesn't call
nor does it listen
its just existing in emptiness
not a word
not a sound
no love to give
nor a care for hate
it just is
maddeningly so
nor does it listen
its just existing in emptiness
not a word
not a sound
no love to give
nor a care for hate
it just is
maddeningly so
what makes something alive?
a heart?
a body?
...a soul?
what dictates who gets a soul
what if a soul is rotten
what if the soul is inside
of a being of straw
is it blood?
is it the mind?
surely not.
a heart?
a body?
...a soul?
what dictates who gets a soul
what if a soul is rotten
what if the soul is inside
of a being of straw
is it blood?
is it the mind?
surely not.
January 18, 2026 at 4:35 AM
what makes something alive?
a heart?
a body?
...a soul?
what dictates who gets a soul
what if a soul is rotten
what if the soul is inside
of a being of straw
is it blood?
is it the mind?
surely not.
a heart?
a body?
...a soul?
what dictates who gets a soul
what if a soul is rotten
what if the soul is inside
of a being of straw
is it blood?
is it the mind?
surely not.
its so fucking funny isn't it?
the way humans are born
only to die
a cruel, beautiful gift
the many ways
in which a single human
can be seen
yet none of it matters
not in the end
you exist to cease
you live to die
attach meaning to it
or dont
i don't care
I'll just laugh
the way humans are born
only to die
a cruel, beautiful gift
the many ways
in which a single human
can be seen
yet none of it matters
not in the end
you exist to cease
you live to die
attach meaning to it
or dont
i don't care
I'll just laugh
January 18, 2026 at 4:32 AM
its so fucking funny isn't it?
the way humans are born
only to die
a cruel, beautiful gift
the many ways
in which a single human
can be seen
yet none of it matters
not in the end
you exist to cease
you live to die
attach meaning to it
or dont
i don't care
I'll just laugh
the way humans are born
only to die
a cruel, beautiful gift
the many ways
in which a single human
can be seen
yet none of it matters
not in the end
you exist to cease
you live to die
attach meaning to it
or dont
i don't care
I'll just laugh
the eyes are staring again
they force those memories onto me
never blinking
not even once
its maddening how they judge
the tears of crimson they cry
the flesh that surrounds them
the pain they feel
it's disgusting
its insanity
I'm gonna puke
they force those memories onto me
never blinking
not even once
its maddening how they judge
the tears of crimson they cry
the flesh that surrounds them
the pain they feel
it's disgusting
its insanity
I'm gonna puke
January 18, 2026 at 4:27 AM
the eyes are staring again
they force those memories onto me
never blinking
not even once
its maddening how they judge
the tears of crimson they cry
the flesh that surrounds them
the pain they feel
it's disgusting
its insanity
I'm gonna puke
they force those memories onto me
never blinking
not even once
its maddening how they judge
the tears of crimson they cry
the flesh that surrounds them
the pain they feel
it's disgusting
its insanity
I'm gonna puke
i looked into her eyes
i couldn't read them
they were blank, emotionless
my mouth went dry
my chest went numb
her lips moved
but all i could hear was a sharp ringing
but i knew what she said
"... disgusting"
i couldn't read them
they were blank, emotionless
my mouth went dry
my chest went numb
her lips moved
but all i could hear was a sharp ringing
but i knew what she said
"... disgusting"
January 18, 2026 at 4:23 AM
i looked into her eyes
i couldn't read them
they were blank, emotionless
my mouth went dry
my chest went numb
her lips moved
but all i could hear was a sharp ringing
but i knew what she said
"... disgusting"
i couldn't read them
they were blank, emotionless
my mouth went dry
my chest went numb
her lips moved
but all i could hear was a sharp ringing
but i knew what she said
"... disgusting"
there's blood on the wall
i smacked my head
there's blood on the wall
it hurt at first
there's blood on the wall
then it all went numb
there's blood on the wall
i can't see anymore
there's blood on the wall
its all blurry and fuzzy
there's blood on the wall
i can't think i can't think i can't think
i smacked my head
there's blood on the wall
it hurt at first
there's blood on the wall
then it all went numb
there's blood on the wall
i can't see anymore
there's blood on the wall
its all blurry and fuzzy
there's blood on the wall
i can't think i can't think i can't think
January 18, 2026 at 4:20 AM
there's blood on the wall
i smacked my head
there's blood on the wall
it hurt at first
there's blood on the wall
then it all went numb
there's blood on the wall
i can't see anymore
there's blood on the wall
its all blurry and fuzzy
there's blood on the wall
i can't think i can't think i can't think
i smacked my head
there's blood on the wall
it hurt at first
there's blood on the wall
then it all went numb
there's blood on the wall
i can't see anymore
there's blood on the wall
its all blurry and fuzzy
there's blood on the wall
i can't think i can't think i can't think
the smoke is settling at my feet
my lungs are burning
my tongue it's dry
my skin is peeling
but somehow it's still cold
i think i want to embrace this
this perverse sense of freedom
a final hug from no one
my lungs are burning
my tongue it's dry
my skin is peeling
but somehow it's still cold
i think i want to embrace this
this perverse sense of freedom
a final hug from no one
January 18, 2026 at 12:38 AM
the smoke is settling at my feet
my lungs are burning
my tongue it's dry
my skin is peeling
but somehow it's still cold
i think i want to embrace this
this perverse sense of freedom
a final hug from no one
my lungs are burning
my tongue it's dry
my skin is peeling
but somehow it's still cold
i think i want to embrace this
this perverse sense of freedom
a final hug from no one
i found myself in a room
made of lacrima walls
i looked up, holding myself
and dreamt about the world
but the floor was still cold
made of lacrima walls
i looked up, holding myself
and dreamt about the world
but the floor was still cold
January 17, 2026 at 10:38 PM
i found myself in a room
made of lacrima walls
i looked up, holding myself
and dreamt about the world
but the floor was still cold
made of lacrima walls
i looked up, holding myself
and dreamt about the world
but the floor was still cold
I'll say this in a more poetic manner lol
My heart feels empty. As if the blood no longer pumps, for it has no reason. The void has drank every last drop and now I sit here, alone. Tired.
My heart feels empty. As if the blood no longer pumps, for it has no reason. The void has drank every last drop and now I sit here, alone. Tired.
I'm feeling very lonely. :(
January 16, 2026 at 1:27 AM
I'll say this in a more poetic manner lol
My heart feels empty. As if the blood no longer pumps, for it has no reason. The void has drank every last drop and now I sit here, alone. Tired.
My heart feels empty. As if the blood no longer pumps, for it has no reason. The void has drank every last drop and now I sit here, alone. Tired.
I'm feeling very lonely. :(
January 15, 2026 at 10:48 PM
I'm feeling very lonely. :(
i once looked out into the ocean
the salty air stained my eyes
and the sea shimmered
as if it were crystallizing
becoming a single mass
it beckoned me
i walked closer and closer
until i was enveloped by wave after wave
each one slicing me open
blood spilling with every motion
until i couldn't see
the salty air stained my eyes
and the sea shimmered
as if it were crystallizing
becoming a single mass
it beckoned me
i walked closer and closer
until i was enveloped by wave after wave
each one slicing me open
blood spilling with every motion
until i couldn't see
January 14, 2026 at 8:55 PM
i once looked out into the ocean
the salty air stained my eyes
and the sea shimmered
as if it were crystallizing
becoming a single mass
it beckoned me
i walked closer and closer
until i was enveloped by wave after wave
each one slicing me open
blood spilling with every motion
until i couldn't see
the salty air stained my eyes
and the sea shimmered
as if it were crystallizing
becoming a single mass
it beckoned me
i walked closer and closer
until i was enveloped by wave after wave
each one slicing me open
blood spilling with every motion
until i couldn't see
Reposted by Soba.
