Layne
@layneisawriter.bsky.social
people often forget that when exploring themselves, its not always picturesque vistas and rosy sunsets. they neglect the boggy marshes and the miserable caves. but i think those parts of ourselves are also fun to discover, just a little harder to accept
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Layne
@layneisawriter.bsky.social
· May 19
Dead before you got to live
Shambling corpse of what could've been
You aimlessly wander these miserable streets
Searching for something to be
Your rotting eyes and mind can’t see
There is no possibility (1/7)
#pixelart
Shambling corpse of what could've been
You aimlessly wander these miserable streets
Searching for something to be
Your rotting eyes and mind can’t see
There is no possibility (1/7)
#pixelart
overtop the undergrowth
among the grass in quiet groves
lying in wait and unexposed
a nasty beast, or so supposed (1/2)
among the grass in quiet groves
lying in wait and unexposed
a nasty beast, or so supposed (1/2)
October 28, 2025 at 9:05 AM
overtop the undergrowth
among the grass in quiet groves
lying in wait and unexposed
a nasty beast, or so supposed (1/2)
among the grass in quiet groves
lying in wait and unexposed
a nasty beast, or so supposed (1/2)
i am unable to exhale
damning myself without fail
waiting for that holy grail
my spirit is far too sick and frail
damning myself without fail
waiting for that holy grail
my spirit is far too sick and frail
October 17, 2025 at 5:39 PM
i am unable to exhale
damning myself without fail
waiting for that holy grail
my spirit is far too sick and frail
damning myself without fail
waiting for that holy grail
my spirit is far too sick and frail
cant feel at all when things are good
feel it all when things are bad
i trip and fall knocking on wood
and pray to god i dont go mad
feel it all when things are bad
i trip and fall knocking on wood
and pray to god i dont go mad
October 17, 2025 at 5:25 PM
cant feel at all when things are good
feel it all when things are bad
i trip and fall knocking on wood
and pray to god i dont go mad
feel it all when things are bad
i trip and fall knocking on wood
and pray to god i dont go mad
lost far more than gained
unwashably stained
parades sorely rained
never not chained
unwashably stained
parades sorely rained
never not chained
October 17, 2025 at 5:23 PM
lost far more than gained
unwashably stained
parades sorely rained
never not chained
unwashably stained
parades sorely rained
never not chained
as those great metal beasts roared up in the air
i could not do much else but to helplessly stare
at their unholy spawn, that ear-piercing chime
and think "we may truly deserve it this time"
i could not do much else but to helplessly stare
at their unholy spawn, that ear-piercing chime
and think "we may truly deserve it this time"
September 13, 2025 at 10:40 AM
as those great metal beasts roared up in the air
i could not do much else but to helplessly stare
at their unholy spawn, that ear-piercing chime
and think "we may truly deserve it this time"
i could not do much else but to helplessly stare
at their unholy spawn, that ear-piercing chime
and think "we may truly deserve it this time"
i might start using this account to post poems wrintings i like by other people (with credit of course) alongside things i write
September 9, 2025 at 2:21 PM
i might start using this account to post poems wrintings i like by other people (with credit of course) alongside things i write
sometimes i have a dream where im crying my eyes out and it gives me the emotional relief that the real world has stolen from me
September 9, 2025 at 2:21 PM
sometimes i have a dream where im crying my eyes out and it gives me the emotional relief that the real world has stolen from me
ive learned that time does not in fact fly
it sprints with nauseating fervor
i spend my days desperately wondering why
my dreams somehow only get further
it sprints with nauseating fervor
i spend my days desperately wondering why
my dreams somehow only get further
August 31, 2025 at 10:18 PM
ive learned that time does not in fact fly
it sprints with nauseating fervor
i spend my days desperately wondering why
my dreams somehow only get further
it sprints with nauseating fervor
i spend my days desperately wondering why
my dreams somehow only get further
my blood trudges and pumps
thickly pulsing like oil
a mind hanging heavy, adrenaline dumped
my train of thought hopelessly soiled
thickly pulsing like oil
a mind hanging heavy, adrenaline dumped
my train of thought hopelessly soiled
August 12, 2025 at 11:10 PM
my blood trudges and pumps
thickly pulsing like oil
a mind hanging heavy, adrenaline dumped
my train of thought hopelessly soiled
thickly pulsing like oil
a mind hanging heavy, adrenaline dumped
my train of thought hopelessly soiled
we are not meant to know what lies behind the sky
just because we can doesnt mean we should
if we could see what happens when we die
the impact it will have simply cannot be good (1/2)
just because we can doesnt mean we should
if we could see what happens when we die
the impact it will have simply cannot be good (1/2)
June 23, 2025 at 12:04 AM
we are not meant to know what lies behind the sky
just because we can doesnt mean we should
if we could see what happens when we die
the impact it will have simply cannot be good (1/2)
just because we can doesnt mean we should
if we could see what happens when we die
the impact it will have simply cannot be good (1/2)
"it'll stop if you just concede"
it whispers through the pain
"forsake what you wanted to be,
and i can make it go away"
even if you dont want to listen
so disgusting you wont even touch
itll torture you into submission
at some point it will be too much
it whispers through the pain
"forsake what you wanted to be,
and i can make it go away"
even if you dont want to listen
so disgusting you wont even touch
itll torture you into submission
at some point it will be too much
June 16, 2025 at 7:32 PM
"it'll stop if you just concede"
it whispers through the pain
"forsake what you wanted to be,
and i can make it go away"
even if you dont want to listen
so disgusting you wont even touch
itll torture you into submission
at some point it will be too much
it whispers through the pain
"forsake what you wanted to be,
and i can make it go away"
even if you dont want to listen
so disgusting you wont even touch
itll torture you into submission
at some point it will be too much
June 14, 2025 at 8:50 PM
Reposted by Layne
February 14, 2025 at 6:18 PM
lil thing i made for a playlist cover
May 25, 2025 at 11:43 PM
lil thing i made for a playlist cover
Dead before you got to live
Shambling corpse of what could've been
You aimlessly wander these miserable streets
Searching for something to be
Your rotting eyes and mind can’t see
There is no possibility (1/7)
#pixelart
Shambling corpse of what could've been
You aimlessly wander these miserable streets
Searching for something to be
Your rotting eyes and mind can’t see
There is no possibility (1/7)
#pixelart
May 19, 2025 at 2:17 AM
Dead before you got to live
Shambling corpse of what could've been
You aimlessly wander these miserable streets
Searching for something to be
Your rotting eyes and mind can’t see
There is no possibility (1/7)
#pixelart
Shambling corpse of what could've been
You aimlessly wander these miserable streets
Searching for something to be
Your rotting eyes and mind can’t see
There is no possibility (1/7)
#pixelart
the sun hangs there in contempt
shining truth on all of my lies
vessels drained bare, my spirit unkempt
i became what i used to despise
shining truth on all of my lies
vessels drained bare, my spirit unkempt
i became what i used to despise
May 1, 2025 at 6:10 PM
the sun hangs there in contempt
shining truth on all of my lies
vessels drained bare, my spirit unkempt
i became what i used to despise
shining truth on all of my lies
vessels drained bare, my spirit unkempt
i became what i used to despise
on rare nights
when the madness skips
and its grasp it slips
i catch the narrow
just a slender glimpse (1/4)
when the madness skips
and its grasp it slips
i catch the narrow
just a slender glimpse (1/4)
February 7, 2025 at 6:14 PM
on rare nights
when the madness skips
and its grasp it slips
i catch the narrow
just a slender glimpse (1/4)
when the madness skips
and its grasp it slips
i catch the narrow
just a slender glimpse (1/4)
this rn
rolling around in the dark
festering here from the start
it crawls over me
like worms down a tree
till i claw right through to my heart
festering here from the start
it crawls over me
like worms down a tree
till i claw right through to my heart
January 14, 2025 at 8:25 AM
this rn
rolling around in the dark
festering here from the start
it crawls over me
like worms down a tree
till i claw right through to my heart
festering here from the start
it crawls over me
like worms down a tree
till i claw right through to my heart
December 11, 2024 at 9:08 AM
rolling around in the dark
festering here from the start
it crawls over me
like worms down a tree
till i claw right through to my heart
festering here from the start
it crawls over me
like worms down a tree
till i claw right through to my heart
that nasty little slimy thing
its jumping around again
whack-a-mole without a goal
the game will never end
it latches on to anything
burrows into love
perverts the heart of every dream
until you just give up
its jumping around again
whack-a-mole without a goal
the game will never end
it latches on to anything
burrows into love
perverts the heart of every dream
until you just give up
November 21, 2024 at 6:52 AM
that nasty little slimy thing
its jumping around again
whack-a-mole without a goal
the game will never end
it latches on to anything
burrows into love
perverts the heart of every dream
until you just give up
its jumping around again
whack-a-mole without a goal
the game will never end
it latches on to anything
burrows into love
perverts the heart of every dream
until you just give up
with every single person there will come a day
when they can no longer look at you the same
your poison, your hatred will get in the way
because in the end nothing is left unbetrayed
when they can no longer look at you the same
your poison, your hatred will get in the way
because in the end nothing is left unbetrayed
November 3, 2024 at 9:46 PM
with every single person there will come a day
when they can no longer look at you the same
your poison, your hatred will get in the way
because in the end nothing is left unbetrayed
when they can no longer look at you the same
your poison, your hatred will get in the way
because in the end nothing is left unbetrayed
Reposted by Layne
You there! Fic reader! Do you read fics but don't comment that much?
Is it because it's a bit intimidating, or maybe you aren't sure what to say??
C'mere. I will teach you the ways.
Is it because it's a bit intimidating, or maybe you aren't sure what to say??
C'mere. I will teach you the ways.
October 23, 2024 at 11:13 PM
You there! Fic reader! Do you read fics but don't comment that much?
Is it because it's a bit intimidating, or maybe you aren't sure what to say??
C'mere. I will teach you the ways.
Is it because it's a bit intimidating, or maybe you aren't sure what to say??
C'mere. I will teach you the ways.
lay me out bare
stretch my skin to the wall
tan me out there
my shame visible to all
stretch my skin to the wall
tan me out there
my shame visible to all
October 25, 2024 at 3:25 AM
lay me out bare
stretch my skin to the wall
tan me out there
my shame visible to all
stretch my skin to the wall
tan me out there
my shame visible to all