Can one truly find a way out—
Revolvers are the only out
Unless one prefers rope; are
Severed heads better? The
Headless horseman sees no lights—
Eternal nights for all left out;
Death is damnation for all!
Only the erudite know and,
Frequently, barring chasing folly over
The proverbial waterfall, each
Enlightened one remains quivering,
Never satisfied with a thought’s form.
Realization births open the
Aortic rush of creation—curtain
Kaleidoscopes veil our eyes. A...
Even sight is its own funeral...
Discovery that blankets like a pall,
Retroactively—the sandman comes
Evenings to crust our dreams down
Deliberately—corruption chrysalis with
Deadening terror transcribed in the
Eternal internment of a raging rush—
Negating all the happiest hopes of
Ever eschewing the torment that a
Death can never give meaning to life.
Universal exclusivity rules us while
Lordly lemmings eat leadershit—the
Colloquial way to kill better angels,
Engorging on the ensnarred. And all
Resistance is futile, hopeless—pallid.
Endless suffering, attainable joy, and
Dead-end oragami opportunities wan.
Plastic pawns obstructing the uprising,
Every person must arrive to the unveiling—
Theater for the masses only to affirm
Rot rancidly putrifies inside out—that
Ignorance is our only epistemology; the
Fake are the only thing for real in this play.
Yesterday never was; tomorrow, then, is
Illegitimate—a bold bastard born in the
Nascent night—gangren in shades of tragedy,
Grotesquely given as a nativity of the “Man.”
Trapped, toremented torentially and
Racked, raked across coals—life, its
Agonizing aggression named the hero,
Unequivocally, by the living in the
Mudroom of existential angst. Conqueror—
Apep coils to devour humanity, the worm.
Poet’s Note:
Inheritor Worm is written under multiple formal constraints. Each stanza contains a traditional acrostic formed by the first letter of each line, while the first letter of each stanza forms a second acrostic across the poem. The end words follow the final stanza of Edgar Allan Poe’s The Conqueror Worm as a Golden Shovel. The structure is intentional and closed, mirroring the poem’s concerns with corruption, inevitability, and inherited systems of meaning.
© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
Tittu
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- Comment from author about the poem: Some of you already heard this when I soft-released it here and shared the lyrics back in October 2025. Necromancy Sublime is now officially out and available on all major (and most minor) streaming platforms. This is part of Dark Alchemy, my forthcoming album under the project name TragicLife. Listen wherever you stream: https://open.spotify.com/track/1hq7j8OZjye2P3zATczSWT?si=76c3f8a716e64ce3
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Comments5
Stunning torementation 🕊️🙏🏻
Yesss! Thank you! “Torementation” is such a fitting response. The poem lives in that sustained pressure…where thought, form, and dread grind against each other without relief. I appreciate you naming it, my dear friend! 🪱🖤🔥🙏
Most well-calm dear Tittu🕊️🙏🏻
LOVE IT. Word play rocks, no?
Like no udder!!!! 🕊️🙏🏻
Deeply philosophical with a bit of playfulness (loved the term leadershit) A towering dark shadow of realities burning light of life and dark death. A Gothic existentialism that requires that resting time before the dough is cooked, enough time for it to raise. Fermentation a form of rot. Nicely done Tristan
Soren, your fermentation metaphor resonates deeply with how this was written. The poem needed time under weight, time to rise and decay at once. Hearing you articulate that tells me it reached the right depth. Thank you so much, my friend. 🪱🖤🔥🙏
You are most welcome Tristan some things just take time to sink in.
Indeed! ☺️
Someone worms their way in everywhere! We knows him! lol.
SpongeGlug Swoon Pants, right? Lol!
Technically brilliant, Tristan - how do you find the time?
Why thank you, Dave. 🤣 This one took some time, no doubt. Not sure where I find it, but this one conceptually hit me right away…the time was spent making it work. Glad it delivered, my friend. Much appreciated! 🪱🖤🔥🙏
This is a very impressive and persuading piece of poetic work with strong emotional and meaningful overtones. I enjoyed the read although it was not easy in fact:) Best regards, my friend...
Thank you, my friend. It’s a demanding piece, no doubt...so your willingness to engage with it, and still find meaning there, is deeply appreciated. I’m grateful for your thoughtful response, cellinic. 🪱🖤🔥🙏
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