Too Fast to Die
Obliterating the cause of my inner calm I can feel it at the point of my pen when the ink is gone No wisdom to redeem only a spree of visions Embedded in my blood till I can leak it out Get it out, write it out, let it live on Bolted into book to pin the multi headed mammal in me Beating kicking barricaded blotted black and bent on mating Stampede in my mind Evil unconfined red goliath Run and belt out your blackened depictions Imprint them Re-etch into my skull your charcoal I became the cave that you carve in and paint upon forеver You have broken еverything within my head that made me human I will never integrate into the world you hunt and kill in Bound by the images it burned in me Branded with categoric infamy I cypher the liminal Cypher the liminal It began with a wretched light Then the image impalings of an archaic mirror Spade from an eld kings sarcophagus Open up It wailed through my pounding head in every language Casting unlocking six seven and nine Real visual stimulants died that day Cutting out my optic compass Shielding intake not cast by the entity Blocking anything it didn't directly inject into me Locking my retinas in prison Taken back into my dark unending day within the womb A telepathic catacomb of integrated psychopathy Inseminating bellicose depictions of it hunting humans Burning into earth a mark a fingerprint a living beacon Causing rot in the meat and the brain of anyone subjected to its light Cypher the liminal Breaking down the cycle of the enemy that's in me Carving its symbol into our land to draw victims in Altering their skin to bloom with hemorrhagic lesions To enforce solitude A man revoked of his own image stripped of admiration The ceiling fan had become my eye to watch his skin be taken And the hand evolved and it made me write with repulsive indignation Striking with divine hate to create new pain beyond mere death Let the coat of man take itself apart wide awake Our spine to wield your grand design Our blood to ink the earth Appendage of the air come paint the end of man And with the final lift allow me then into your kingdom Or turn my pen to sharpened steel and bleed my neck out Serpent inside the sky allow me to write my death Real visual stimulants died that day Cutting out my optic compass Shielding intake not cast by the entity Blocking anything it didn't directly inject into me Locking my retinas in prison Taken back into my dark unending day within the womb A telepathic catacomb of integrated psychopathy
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jul 09, 2026
The hunger drives me forward to hunt the red goliath Vine and concrete fight around me Conquering the violent land that we lived on Before the limb of Leviticus came Gone are the days that we thought we would see God At the gate lifting up the ones who prayed Faith turned to fear when a spear from the sky drilled Down into the first skull, commandeering random bodies Now in the calm of the sky ophidian recoil We crawl along the ground we dominated Left by its grace we can starve but we can't die Immortal human vermin stranded by their curse of pride The sky limb bred us a vile mammoth The red one our only prey to hunt I must kill and eat it I must flay the body that I dug out from the ladder Become the hunter The hunger drives me forward to hunt the red goliath Vine and concrete fight around me Conquering the violent land that we lived on Before the limb of Leviticus came A bear's skull melded with vulture wings Bison pelt and a panther spinal column Apex with a thousand mouths Riddled with tongues and eyes taken from land and sea The ground breaks under its weight Its network of throats echo death and decay Through vine and concrete into the caves The limb bred every animal that wasn't human into one Flayed one lay before me Howling out to the sky born the name I once held Gone are the days that we thought we would see God At the gate lifting up the ones who prayed Faith turned to fear when a spear from the sky drilled Down into the first skull, commandeering random bodies Now in the calm of the sky ophidian recoil We crawl along the ground we dominated Left by its grace we can starve but we can't die Immortal human vermin stranded by their curse of pride The reborn, I know they are not human The mimic replicates her voice to torture me It begins the begging Simulated desperation clawing at my starving body Nail her feet into the ground To beckon the abominant Prey Its many tongues shifting in ravenous malice Engorged by the stench of the black fluid within the bait In one last attempt the bound desperate replicant Begins reciting past intimate memories The flayed one lay before me Howling out to the sky born the name I once held Rain down your salivation Red one, widen your jaws Engulf and consume this our offering I release the blade to decapitate I swing a razor pendulum built out of vine and relic metal Then down it came One head of the beast The rest ran away I eat a mutant brain of dog and hawk and vomit up regret I release the blade to decapitate I swing a razor pendulum built out of vine and relic metal Then down it came One head of the beast The rest ran away I eat a mutant brain of dog and hawk and vomit up regret The flayed one lay before me Howling out to the sky born the name I once held Rain down your salivation Red one, widen your jaws Engulf and consume this our offering Rain down your salivation Red one, widen your jaws Engulf and consume this our offering
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jul 09, 2026
Waiting on the platform in the living elevator Dead-panning Head pounding Wading onto a plank without footing Dropping while the pace of the blade is increasing Unlocking a pounding centrifugal feeling Turning whipping Keeping me bolted while falling downward on a liquid locomotive tunneling into the ground If or when I'm taken by the limb would anyone come for me? Now that you’ve been lifted What is left to kill or care for? I get up spitting blood Hacking up my lung and liver Blocking out internal pain So I can see her though a pane of liquid glass Every time I wait in line to board the ladder I get sicker On the convеyor of mass contagion I inhale a constant deadly wind of toxic human expulsion Amid faminе plague and dysentery Yet I never leave The crippled curling up in line Band together in defence against the men Whose hunger unabated escalated to cannibalism Cutting up the weak and dead Eating what they know will kill them No-one breaks the line to help Tainted meat will take them out And if I choose to fight I'll never see her Looking back is death Here one must give up their mind and moral binding Black out the culprit and never look up For what's above with stab its hand into you Looking up is death Focus on nothing but getting inside The falling carrion ladder Finally making it out of the deadlock and into the barricade I behold the carrion ladder The heart of the cavern is swelling and beating It’s ominous arteries open injecting me Deep into the carrion ladder If I were taken by the limb before you could you visit me? Could you bear the line? Would you even care to stay alive alone Save for the image of me tearing up our only son? I'm waiting in a mine Melding with a non-Newtonian vertical propeller To beg or be a hunter Coming here watching your skin fill up Like you were never real before the slaughter Inflated back to life To mimic recalling the feeling of killing Everyone but me around you Imitating every inch of her perfectly Down to the stench of her lust emanating through the prison Crying and pleading and tainting her memory Taunting me, begging for freedom, aware of the life that she took away Down here they are not the same Laying hollowed dead until the limb decides to fill them Dormant translucent casings test my will to survive What kind of plan is this to live out the end of days In a tunnel tortured by the replication of a loved one? The choice of feast or famine Do I stay and starve myself Or take her out as red goliath bait? Down here they are not the same Laying hollowed dead until the limb decides to fill them Dormant translucent casings test my will to survive What kind of plan is this to live out the end of days In a tunnel tortured by the replication of a loved one? The choice of feast or famine Do I stay and starve myself Or take her out as red goliath bait? Take her out as red goliath bait Goliath meat will let me live And if I stay down here I'll never eat it Sparing her is death One must give up their mind and moral binding Looking back is death Looking down is death I rip her from the carrion ladder
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jul 09, 2026
Rearming Any living one of our kind Bound here by the belt of birth During this our final hour Aid in ending our remaining Left by the limb With our tongue up to the sky And both Achilles nailed to ground Rearming Any splint of light it granted in between each grand impaling Proved to be its way of mocking what we had before it came The limb are now legion and they only withdraw to rearm Lift your head then be taken The anomalous descent Rearming Led by the bolt that it dug into your crown you're carried Tearing every living thing apart until you’re lifted up Left by the limb legion Are we the few that kneel awake and witness the descent We were awoken to witness We were awoken to witness the anomalous descent When the limbs cut through the daylight And they take one The anomalous descent And they take one of the chosen The anomalous descent Whites of their eyes black Turned to glass Fill then shatter Vertically infiltrating Intimately commandeering Stabbing through then out then up Beyond the speed that light can travel Live inverted sky obelisk multiplying Pulsing lines of bio metal hooking bait without it dying Surgically reinforce the cauterized paradigm We were awoken to witness An expansive firmamental atmospheric ulcer open We were awoken to witness When the limbs cut through the daylight And they take one of the chosen The anomalous descent And it whip kills what surrounds it Yet it leaves us here to witness Lift your head up to the sky The brain of every injected Exiting out of their skull through their screaming wide mouth To weightlessly hover as dripping red cumulus organs Lift your tongue up
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jul 09, 2026
Stop, the saw in his leg and a kill on the ground The fan above us stopped spinning His head collapsed And his life bled out and he looked to me and wept What's in my head? What's in our head? Severe fungal necrotizing fasciitis, pyoderma gangrenosum Subjected to constant painful ineffective forms of treatment Inconclusive medical inspections that had made me want to die In one night I had contracted multitudes of rare aggressive skin disorders I saw that night a bladе of sky colliding with the earth behind our homе I ran to find a symbol burned into the dirt The saw in his leg and a kill on the ground The fan above us stopped spinning His head collapsed And his life bled out and he looked to me and wept What's in my head? What's in our head? Although diagnosed as non-contagious My creators could not hide their clear repulsion at my ebolic appearance (With every dawn I wade in a film of my disease) I live behind a rancid camouflage of leaking bandage Unable to see myself without inducing bouts of vomit Now the only life I know is through our kitchen window Watching the perfect family dine and laugh while I eat my fingers (Each grin a spade that fills my empty well with envy) The father, a pillar, the pinnacle of a true guardian Him and his son had both looked at the symbol That night a light came from a hole in the sky We all saw the trilobite like insignia melt into the field like napalm What we witnessed was beyond what we could comprehend The sight of it had made the father's son a cripple and my skin decay The guardian built a fortress for his son around an oak that he cannot climb It's from this vantage that I watch them and imagine that I was him and I think of Inhabiting the vessel I became a protective watchful invisible silent auxiliary member of their family My affliction became beyond physical Agoraphobia made me a prisoner Tried to peel it off, tried to cut it off, tried to burn it off Tried to pray to God for guidance or interaction with anyone I communicate only with the fan in my ceiling I know that it's come alive, taking control of me Upping its spinning to make me leave home The city is hiding the worst of me Any that look at me turn their head one eighty Every night I go home and take refuge in the fortress Every day I watch the father deteriorate I fear the symbol corrupted his brain He drags his son outside and makes him try to climb the ladder He cuts his chair up with a sawblade made of pressured water (He has become unworthy of his skin) His son crawls back inside, he follows with the water cutter The man is clearly gone, the sign inside has taken over The guardian I praised is not the man I see The man is clearly gone, the sign inside has taken over (The windows painted red, the mist of blood is blinding) I build up the heart rate to climb down the ladder in spite of my image I black out my fear and walk into the thick of the mist The father was crying and cutting his family up He nicked his artery at the mere sight of me then died The ceiling fan went silent With the saw I took his skin I then began to stitch the family back together I have cured the antibody I have lived for thirteen days inside this vessel Now I wait here for another When once more the sky shall open
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jul 09, 2026
In the attic hid by rot The ulcer took my father into hell Into the glass Kairos infection A portal into the young limbs hunger Melted sands of time built before earth mimicking life Opening the gate into the seven kings reflective backward Behold the frame of all things gone and not yet made You can be the catalyst to unveil its grandeur These are the words my father told me Death will run whеn it sees your reflection Beyond thе coat of metal that the pane adheres to Is a land uncharted unlike any you could dream of None could brace for the galactic impact of what came Immediately teleported into the mirror My father was taken but his image remained Gone for days or eons I waited Then finally when I climbed down the ladder of the attic I found my family dead and rotted What had made them paralyzed and locked in contorted positions? Is this real life or am I trapped in an endless dead reflection? A flood of new memories hits me I had reshaped their limbs and then left them Was this the mirror's will? I'm crawling back into the attic to deadbolt it Deadbolt the reflective backward Deadbolt the reflective backward I can't leave them here like this My conscience will not let me Did my mother want a burial or cremation? I will dig a pit beside the fig tree Where she'd lay to relieve her pain I'll bury my siblings with her And I remain but the rest are gone, their death incepted At the very second that my father exhumed the enemy of linear time The outside is gone The backward will not let me leave I carry all their bodies into the kitchen Lifting up the curtain finding only black beyond the window I break the glass and a wretched light Drowns me in a vibrant blinding ocean I fill up with a dark and viscous liquid Next to my mother, brother and my sister They woke to drowned for decades with me in this well Living an eternity in the ulcer How do I escape to deadbolt the backward hell? We're one and the same I and the refracting entity We're one and the same Split by the edge of the prism in front of me I sink into pain Knowing they're gone up there but remain alive here I pull the black out of my mouth and climb the attic ladder The glass had taken over My father melting in it Writhing and raveling Vomiting up his skin Turning into towers of sinew His many eyes twitching in agonized unison The glass had taken over My father melting in it Writhing and raveling Vomiting up his skin Turning into towers of sinew His many eyes twitching in agonized unison Hold the frame of all things gone and not yet made You can be the catalyst to unveil its grandeur These are the words my father told me Death will run when it sees your reflection Beyond the coat of metal that the pane adheres to Is a land uncharted unlike any you could dream of None could brace for the galactic impact of what came Open the refracting ulcer Unlock the reflective backward Gone for days or eons I waited Open the refracting ulcer Unlock the reflective backward Now the black lake will live inside me One endless wave pulsing underneath the surface of my eyes Now the black lake will live inside me One endless wave pulsing underneath the surface of my eyes Deadbolt the reflective backward
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jul 09, 2026
Too fast to die Lift me limb from rotting land tonight Into your falling astral sea Nor the nailed feet into the ground Nor the sand and blood we eat Will ever weigh us down enough To bring us aid this eve The sky has come to claim a debt from me Did you keep us watch for the end of man Centuries gone in a second Let your cable down into the last alive to cauterize their death Lest we beg to fall Deny our weak mechanic build And not embrace your righteous nail driven in us too fast to die We climb out raw from the immortal pit With mud in our mouths and spitting up teeth and guilt The symphony of razor cables cut through clouds and vocal chords At the fleeting speed of silence To reignite the violent inner biting chorus that sings and belts and yells In a voice that's too fast to die Centuries gone in a second Taken up into the air Beyond the speed of silence Centuries per second I saw the limb coming down from a hole in the world Entering your head replacing your spine Lifting you up by the skin of your openings Guiding you along a turbulent killing wind One life at a time Ending with the one inside of yourself Removing your womb with your hands Wailing away in the air on the strand of Leviticus Opening yourself up Ending our son in a frantic self c section You ravenously bit into his head and fed on him above me Crying dripping and retching in pain My bloodline raining down upon me as you ate our newborn You were choking down his organs begging me to help you What kind of god would make a mother feed upon their own young Reverted back to a sick animal brain Yet with a conscience to know that itself destructive hunger was inflicted by the sky It kept you awake I witnessed you rise With the wicked and innocent Young and the nearly gone Taken up too fast to die Cauterized and lifted Taken up too fast to die Taken into the unknown When the omni limb had brought you back to life inside the ladder I thought this hell could one day end but we can never die of hunger I took you out among the ruin and flayed you for the red goliath Now the sky will not re-open And now I feed on blood and sand Redialate Re-open Release your empyrean leech Then I found the few that read the new leviticus They taught us how to call the liminal in by handing in the mind Hand in your mind Now I stand on empty shore Expelling the red and white that I have for too long inhaled And beg the hand to enter my empty head and column Finally the ulcer opens Cutting the air the cable glides I bow my head and feel the piercing arm tunnelling into my crown Guiding hand enter and take me into your vast and boundless sky Lift me into the kings reflection Let me rise to fast to die Redialate Re-open Release your empyrean leech I land and find no light to greet me Only our cold wet bodies melding The arm took none of us to bliss It filled us all with vile liquid To writhe in a landfill of the lifted I sink into a mound of bloated victims To eternally drowned in undead waste The limb is gone yet we remain Redialate Re-open Release your empyrean leech
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jul 09, 2026