GerinBefis
@gerinbefis.bsky.social
My name's Igor and my main skill is IT, but I'd much rather be doing the following than working in IT: writing, philosophy, photography, politics, worldbuilding, wild nights out, theatre, acting.
When silence shone as light through Chaos' reign,
The void bore no grace, only endless disdain.
A Eucharist of Melancholy awaits,
As my Cross falls to ruin, succumbing to fate.
I crumble, a shadow of doubt's cold embrace,
I am the void, the emptiness' face.
The void bore no grace, only endless disdain.
A Eucharist of Melancholy awaits,
As my Cross falls to ruin, succumbing to fate.
I crumble, a shadow of doubt's cold embrace,
I am the void, the emptiness' face.
December 28, 2024 at 8:31 PM
When silence shone as light through Chaos' reign,
The void bore no grace, only endless disdain.
A Eucharist of Melancholy awaits,
As my Cross falls to ruin, succumbing to fate.
I crumble, a shadow of doubt's cold embrace,
I am the void, the emptiness' face.
The void bore no grace, only endless disdain.
A Eucharist of Melancholy awaits,
As my Cross falls to ruin, succumbing to fate.
I crumble, a shadow of doubt's cold embrace,
I am the void, the emptiness' face.
Bliss – gilded, yet lament.
The ethereal thing in my head,
so evanescent.
This brain-window, forlorn,
but resplendent.
The ethereal thing in my head,
so evanescent.
This brain-window, forlorn,
but resplendent.
December 7, 2024 at 9:33 PM
Bliss – gilded, yet lament.
The ethereal thing in my head,
so evanescent.
This brain-window, forlorn,
but resplendent.
The ethereal thing in my head,
so evanescent.
This brain-window, forlorn,
but resplendent.