Chlorine Eyes / Abyssal
Self-exiled, righteous whores and heretics Delirium here upon spoiled throne of salt and shit If gods not dead, then he's fucking sick Bearing worn chalice of poison and politic Depths to plunge with stale and sagging breath And rancid heart burns with pure delight A void dragged through ugly sleepless night Cause I'm fucking empty Like god I'm fucking sick Vortex of Leviathanian might Placental crust upon the blight Worthless krill to yawping maw Down clogged and noxious throat In the belly of our beast With thumbs deep in eye-sockets, we can see Gnarled hands upon the swollen throats Our one true love to call us home Deaf through another graven year Scraping knuckles in the gutters of fear I'll still be treading this filthy muck Feverishly waiting for the floods
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
Aching through worthless grief, it permeates and seeps beneath Worn deep by the craven dragging of bruised feet With cinder-block waves and blunt force blues Dull pulse of attrition A life destined to lose (a life I'm longing to lose) Prostrated husk of helplessness A worthless mite in a fading light Calcified cracks to endure, to cope To suffer a final sinking night The familiar warmth of the impulse blight I don’t how to live without constantly wanting to die
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026