Four Dimensional Flesh
Extrapolating tendencies, taking from different entities Parasite, hollow marrow, husk is just a memory Shadow, heavier than your soul Marrow, it's what's missing from your bones Half created, a figment of imagination Tiny heads of adoration, cheap idols cast in plastic Just a shadow, a form of jewelry No passage, just a pageant Dissattach from all input Disconnect from yourself Lose the mask hiding your face Let the sores get flushed with air All the searching, to never find an answer The silence in my aching The vibrant memories The monsters I have butchered It's them I've come to be It is just another chapter Another scar on me The master I've beheaded But first, I let him bleed
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
(<em>Instrumental</em>) "Ants don't even have to catch their prey; in the spring they swarm over newly hatched, featherless birds in the nest and eat them tiny bite by bite." - Annie Dillard, <i>Pilgrim at Tinker Creek</i>
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
Glistening, carved out of carbon - a creature The sound of its slobber, like sizzling sewage No soul just a void in the depths of its eyes You are prey the second it senses your organs (incubate intestines) To find a host, to neutralize, to penetrate everything in its path No compromise, no reasoning, those vacant eyes... Reaching out with a set of teeth that goes on and on and on... It grinds you like a blender, congealing fat and blood Digested while you're dripping, a screaming pile of sludge A strong species (but not a God) Hiding from a beast to wait until it's done Only buys you time Praying to a God who only deals in peace Won't help you to do what's to be done
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
(<em>Instrumental</em>) "A full tank of dense liquid (such as some acids) may exceed legal weight limits. For that reason, you may often only partially fill tanks with heavy liquids. The amount of liquid to load into a tank depends on: ＊The amount the liquid will expand in transit ＊The weight of the liquid ＊Legal weight limits" - <i>New York State Commercial Driver's Manual, Section 8: Tank Vehicles</i>
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
Encased in gas layers that cancel vibrations How could this happen to me? Beating on windows, they cannot see in Bruising my hands as I'm flailing my limbs Running - through the endless rooms to see where they begin Every door is ominous with light beyond its trim Am I dreaming, is this hell? The air in these rooms has a smell Now I'm crawling on the floor I can feel grease and dirt on my pores My screams, they echo and then come back to me The walls get narrow, it reaches out for me How do they follow through the rooms to nowhere? As it gets darker, these halls lose all gravity, I float Drifting here, vertigo (excrement starts to flow in the air...)
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
Early in the morning and in the mist When the tide comes in and conditions exist If the moon is right, you can stand right beside her And gaze upon them as they swallow down the spiders Ghoulish apparitions of women Long dead, grey and glowing - much thinner Vengeful On the shoreline Eyes are trancelike Hands are full of spiders Watch them laugh as they eat At their feet, foaming water Incomplete, missing teeth, flaking skin Wretched seahag Boiling the pools of saltwater The vapor in my sinuses awaken me Their voices take the place of the pressure in my head Walking forward, I leave the land behind And slip below the shallows in their silence I can hear below the rolling waves A chorus of their voices call to me Undertow pulls me down, an embrace from the gravity of water Lured here by the longing voice Of a dead man's wife and daughters
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
(<em>Instrumental</em>) "How that he was caught up into paradise, and heard unspeakable words, which it is not lawful for a man to utter." - <i>2 Corinthians 12:4</i>
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
Unbiological beast made of images that float in the sandstorm of my mind Breaking my strength Shattering the pillars of the gods I once held high Predator without conscience Physical form? No earthly essence Infection? Or paranoia? A longing void? (You dug the canyon) The ghosts that haunt your life for years and years Are the ones you invited, fearing that they would fade away Cast to the water A grudge that turned to an embryo Made a bastard by time
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
(<em>Instrumental</em>) "If I ever get back to Earth I'll stay there; I'll never go out again." - Ray Bradbury, <i>The Rocket Man</i>
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026