Son of 6 word story -- 6 (or less) lines of 6 words each

[Flavia]

once, Lacan, in his wisdom, said
that the subconscious has no sex

[Talysia]

Looming large, spewing ash and lava.
Formerly dormant, and now entirely awake.
Threat to all who live below.
Nature's wrath in its ultimate form.

[Sephiroth]

The very earth trembled like leaves,
Leaves upon trees that once grew.
Now, the black landscape is calm;
Barren the earth we once knew.

[Talysia]

(This one came to me as I was about to reply to the location description thread.)

Dark and gloomy in eternal twilight.
Void of light and any hope.
Grim as death and equally frightening.
Feeling of depression covers me completely.

[Sephiroth]

Gushing forth like a thousand rivers,
Glowing like fire, stinking like waste;
Belching vapour up into the heavens,
Freezing the light of the Sun,

Turning the skies to hazy amber.
Killing the living. Killing all life.

[Teresa Edgerton]

(And while we are on the subject of depression.)

My senses have all grown cold
Nothing I see, hear, or taste
Has the power to lift me
Above this constant, dull, oppressive lethargy
enchaining my limbs, deadening my mind.

[Sephiroth]

Numb, numb, numb; I feel numb,
Like a stone, cold and dumb.
Cold and numb, dull and dead,
Dim and lifeless in my head.

Dull and lifeless, dim and dead,
It's the Dr. Seuss I read!!!

[Giovanna Clairval]

This uplifting sadness, this gloomy embrace
give me hope: I am Death.

[Talysia]

Up close, the moon looks dead.
A wasteland of rocks and dust.
From Earth, the view is different.
It looks like a shining pearl
Sitting on a black velvet blanket.
Strange, the effects of distance perception.

[HardScienceFan]

tra la la,falderee,dee dum,
some of the things i hum
happily dispelling gloom and doom
Ben enters the six word room

[Tillane]

Tillane steps in, his hackles raised,
Then sees the posts before, unpraised,
And cries, and writes this allegory,
All be praised for six-word stories...

[Giovanna Clairval]

Your bare entrance in this room
dispels all chill, angst and gloom

[Sephiroth]

Somehow I swallowed a seven-foot swordfish!
It tasted like seaweed and brine!
Swordfishes' swords can be awfully sharp,
That's how I severed my spine!

[Sephiroth]

Maleficent, fey sorceress garbed in red,
Nightly you weave your misanthropic spells.
Curses awaken the cold living dead,
Some bleeding, others have already bled
Their final drop, but still arise,
For you, Queen of the Despised.

[Talysia]

I trudge my weary feet away,
Searching for a definite way out.
I've too many fears to allay
But I'm somehow unable to shout.