BulletNick

You've had enough of the lonely nights You've had enough of feeling trapped in here You don't want to feel like you're disappearing Life's walls closing in slowly every day You reach out, and you wake up a network Searching for the other souls out there And make the connection real, in your heart Traverse digital fields for shards of humanity And then you feel like you've found it at last You find it, the group you've been longing for Exchanges turn to conversations, names to faces Strangers to friends, traumas to empathy And for a moment, you feel immortal together Like it'll last forever, stronger than the future You'll always stand side

I see people around making beautiful things And I admire and watch and praise and enjoy Yet around me nothing but dusty blank pages Feeling adrift in a sea of countless ideas A thousand possible routes for me to choose Adventures to put into digital paper to grow Yet paralysed by infinite possibilities ahead In fear that nothing I do will carry me forth I've scribbled all the walls inside my brain Ideas new over old as the worn ink dissipates Yet nothing but fearsome emptiness to my eyes As I dread trying to realise them in reality Perhaps I fear that it will all be mediocre Pale imitation of the greatness I befriended Seeming so clumsy an

It’s a bit of a strange paradox When it seems life is made out of Such fleeting moments of stasis Living in a small safe bubble In such a tiny portion of time Staying while it’s so comfortable Knowing that it’ll burst soon Moving from a barely stable mess To another slightly different Putting off the collapse further Knowing that it’ll all change But never when that day will be Hoping to sneak by life’s eyes To keep this little way of life That somehow feels so rebellious Stealing as much time as possible Just to feel like we’re alright And we can keep this lucid dream Going for yet another short day

Legends tell of an instrument of powerful magic All covered in gold, and it can create any sound But the tales of its users are always so tragic This cruel artifact should never have been found The Golden Lute is an artifact of doom and curse You'll have your wish but pay a price very steep Those who pluck its strings always end up worse It should not have been unearthed from the deep The Conductor used it to further her own science To rule life and death, gain knowledge forbidden Killed by a vampire fueled by anger and defiance Her discoveries forgotten, her technology hidden Nocturna sought to bury the entire vampire clan Make them nothi

On occasion people will ask from where I hail With discomfort the answer I always withhold And ensure I don't slip up on any tiny detail For this is the truth that must never be told I've got little heart for the land I call home There's so much to see outside these map lines The world's out there for me to see and roam Guided by the airport gates and highway signs It's true that this place has shaped my past But it feels like it keeps my future trapped I'm waiting for the day I depart at long last To this world I'll refuse to accept and adapt I wince as I hold the history book in my hands Too many pages full of thick blood and smoke Cross

A dark lonely room Vaporwave playing on loop Hoping endless night

He was once an adventurer, some years ago Searching for an artifact to cheat death To resurrect the beloved he used to know To return her voice, her eyes, her breath But those were hazy memories of the past Now he had a new purpose, and a new name To stop living intruders, mighty or fast To destroy those that to his chamber came Sturdy platemail armor, covered in brass A large cracked bell rests upon his head His icy glare terrifying with every pass A large hammer, to smash the living dead When entering his arena there's no escape And no choice but to withstand his might His great strength and intimidating shape Until his victim succumbs,

From the crypt's undead depths I've risen, Stood proud despite the dagger in my heart, I've been briefly freed from death's prison, And from here a lengthy ascent I must start. I once was cherished, healer of the doomed, With magic music, wound and pain I'd mend, Then by lust for power they were consumed, And the joyous days came to a resentful end. I thought the magic I could safely control, But I discovered it only returned a curse, Its gentle tones twist and decay your soul, With every song your fate only gets worse. Then I found out the destiny of my daughter, She inherited the curse I vowed to vanquish, Seeking answers, enduring endle

My dearest, most beloved Melody of mine, It has been so since you showed a smile, And your eyes have lost their warm shine, And have barely spoken for quite a while. It saddens me what I find upon your face, Eyes that need no sleep but beg for rest, Your skin, now pale and hard like a vase, And in a flat line your lips stay pressed. I thought you'd cherish the second chance, And we could be a complete family again, But for weeks now you've been in a trance, And I fear my efforts have been in vain. I never knew you'd be bound to the lute, And forced to play forever to still live, That in our home it could never be mute, This was not the ret