Tag: absurd

  • The Watcher In The Void

    The Watcher In The Void

    The watcher in the void exists beyond the reach of darkness and light. A shadow crawls—no, creeps—through cracks unseen, where time crumbles and whispers dissolve into nothingness. A hollow and vast eye looms through the endless darkness, constant and unblinking. The pulse of something unknown shudders through the air, a rhythm that defies reason. Has it begun? Will it ever end? The gaze of the watcher in the void pierces through the walls of sanity, unravelling the fabric of reality with a slow, deliberate stare.

    Breath lingers, suspended between worlds that will never merge. The air itself quivers as the void inhales thoughts, exhaling fragments of something twisted and dark. The ground shifts, a subtle tremor beneath unseen steps. Silence hums with tension, and the watcher in the void lingers just beyond the edge of perception. It watches—always watching—staring indefinitely at the infinite abyss of the universe.

    The void is endless—there is no beginning or end—only the infinite eye of the watcher in the void, which never closes and never tyres. Memories scatter like dust, ephemeral and insubstantial, fading into oblivion. Time loops in strange patterns, distorted, lost in the eternal gaze of something ancient, something incomprehensible.

    Echoes drift through the silence, faint and distorted, as if carried from a distant, forgotten realm. The watcher in the void is there, always present, with tendrils of existence coiling through unseen spaces, tightening, constricting, and squeezing until only fragments remain. The eye never wavers, never falters, holding everything in a relentless stare that knows no mercy.

    A scream fades into nothingness, consumed by the void, looping back into itself. The watcher in the void remembers all—every thought, every moment—caught in the never-ending cycle of its gaze. The void is eternal, and the watcher endures, bound to the emptiness, forever seeing, forever waiting. Nothing and no one can escape this lethal and cruel stare, not even the stars.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • The Nothingness In The Realm Of Dust

    The Nothingness In The Realm Of Dust

    The Nothingness In The Realm Of Dust

    The time encloses a sorrow
    The wind touches a breathtaking and dazzling rainbow
    A cloud entwines an unending instant
    The obscure sky burns the emptiness
    The nothingness in the realm of dust is endless
    A siren enfolds a sacred whisper
    A renegade fate spoils my dreams
    The imperfect night shimmers in the candlelight
    The dust devours a dreary reality
    The nothingness in the realm of dust is gloomy
    A shining light melts my surreal dreams
    The absurd intricate destiny appears meaningless
    A broken secret blaze hides whilst glowing
    A fragment of a star wanders in the realm of dust
    The nothingness in the realm of dust is infinite
    A lasting distorted sorrow swirls like a dark waft of smoke
    Seductive memories belong to the time that falters in the mystery of the darkness.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • I Surrender To My Senses

    I Surrender To My Senses

    I Surrender To My Senses

    I surrender to my senses
    as I wander nowhere
    even my shadow left me alone
    in my loneliness, I live
    in the world of illusions and dreams
    there is no place for rationality and logic
    everything is absurd
    everything is upside down
    no need to explain anything
    I don’t understand anything anymore in this life
    confuse and alone
    my heart doesn’t find peace
    my soul is in pain
    and I feel dizzy
    because in this absurd life
    to be loved is a rare gift
    weak and disoriented
    not anymore a bright star
    just a dark fragment of a faint star
    waiting for a sign from the firmament
    which is dark and cloudy.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

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