Akathisia

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Someone left a knife on the table for Me, myself and dead... Me, myself... I'm dead! It was like virus, Like drug it penetrates into my mind, Felt so distorted... The pressure was uncontrolled, I knew it wanted me to go there again, I saw it on my veins, So slowly creeping in insane. Someone left a knife on the table for Me, myself and dead... Me, myself... I'm dead! A police warning: "Don't step inside, This area is occupied (by police), A bloody murder here, All organs lying near. Even don't step beside, This house is death's occupied, One man has killed himself, He's fool I know his name..." For me, myself and dead... Sounds beside me Turn myself out, It's like a child's scream, Like someone lying dead inside my head. For me, myself... I'm dead! Someone left a knife on the table for Me, myself and dead... Someone left a knife... for me, myself... I'm dead! Someone left a knife on the table for Me, myself and dead... Someone left a knife... Controlling then my hand, That knife left a bent, I saw my guts poured out, Oh, yeah, I killed that what I found! On a cold muddy floor Behind that gore, Throughout that what left there after me, You know my name... A police warning: "Don't step inside, This area is occupied (by police), A bloody murder here, All organs lying near. Even don't step beside, This house death has occupied, One man has killed himself, He's fool I know my name!" I am Tommy Woki.

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025

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Sextons of the churchyard Have seen unblessed things; Ground no longer hallowed Has sprouted new graves. Descendants of clan That unsurped maternity hear whispers in their blood; This summons of the Fathers. Adherence to the principle Of "man by woman born"... Anachronistic ritual Soon to be obsolete. "Forgive me Father For I know not what I do; My grave beckons As irresistable as drawing breath." Nature abhors a vacuum, The same is true to a tomb... It cannot be empty. A barren womb of plenty... A vacant grave must be filled. For this the Fathers' will, Material birth be abjure, A mother's cunt is unpure. Sired in blasphemy, In nocturnal obeisance to rotted hearts Filled with necrolatry Reverse the life cycle be reborn through Death. "Forgive me Father For I know not what I do; I leave a void to fill one, Hear my prayers from far below."

Submitted by NecroLord — Nov 10, 2025

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Emotions fall short, when sickness spreads across the air I'll soon to bend your will, your body's my playground This mortal coil becomes the gate to pain Seeping the piecious air, before the first cut Overcome your life on the past Judgement of the stab is upon you Learn to enjoy the silence Then fill the vacuum with your howling Obey and progress to another stage Disintegrate your consciousness Infested with passion I reap the flesh harvest Never known your ponderous life Would end like an act of art.

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025

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