Into the Heartless Silence
In the wake of this castration I walk chained to this maiden The vision still haunts me Its loins spread and bare teeth With leathered wings the roaches Make way for sperm I bequeath Ripping limb from limb in nymphomania To ruminate in Ad Nauseam Starve in malignance
Submitted by Pestilence — Jun 21, 2026
In the hands of the creator I am the nails of every hammer That simmers and needles Through my synapses And tears away innards Carve my tongue fork shaped Never forsake the flavour Spew venom forth in legacy My poison your nectar The chamber collapses Dropping a closing curtain Lurking sounds That stir my bowels A caustic circumcision Spreading this stench of mine Nourishes yet terrifies To reach beyond the sun in sorrow
Submitted by Pestilence — Jun 21, 2026
Here we are my fellow servants Adjoin the grandest dance of elements Sliding through the excrements And grinding away to their merriment The endless moves, beat that pulses Drains all strength, festers ulcers Wrought to ruin our frames contort Ashamed to break The Sleepless Waltz To strings of sickness In triplets of madness Our limbs suspend like vicarious whores Then fall beneath the cutting floor And though we’re just drunk enough to ward off fatigue Disintegrate desire – stoic frames consort Wrought to ruin our frames contort Afraid to break The Sleepless Waltz
Submitted by Pestilence — Jun 21, 2026
Through the ravines we intervene Where beauty throbs and bleeds obscene Your supple hands in narrative arising Float in form and converge upon me So go on forth with these tools of subversion Sow the seeds, carry the burden Into the inked abyss of life But do you see what I see within? Quintessence embodied within? Fuck the mass’ creed they swore And feed their graves heretofore Skin pummeled like bought virgins Stirs new worship – tasteful execution So go on forth with these tools of subversion Sow the seeds, carry the burden Into the inked abyss of life And though light cannot escape this path It lures with ears what eyes can’t grasp The Human Stampede – the Earth roped Consumed forever in false hope
Submitted by Pestilence — Jun 21, 2026
Feeble hands grasping at straws The sinew once maliciously torn Grows shell over bone The claws have become decrepit Blunted in manipulation And fail to control baring no form To strangle evolution I choose to dwell in darkness And rattle a beggar’s tin Feed through rubble Rot in sin
Submitted by Pestilence — Jun 21, 2026
Waxed in exile Expected the world, vomited shit This snake eating its tail Won’t move an inch Years moldering with soil Sheathed in perverted in oil Dropped on its head in reckless forget A bastardised soul We once shared the trenches Heard the whistle serrate Now silence envelopes This laconic stalemate Yes days are finite choices As always have and been For slugs to squirm from the womb Reign over heart and decree? Futility given, a promise made clear I’ll purge myself of vim Not light, nor darkness, just shadows of both Your sterile human being
Submitted by Pestilence — Jun 21, 2026
Illumination illudes in brief sojourn It pangs with menace, yet menace no less To grow or dwindle in fullness of time Its presence I welcome, yet oblige Hands pass faces in constellation Like evening mist – my old friend Blurs stars dripping in atmosphere To come alive and scribe austere And once again my strength returns Cold air fills lungs in debt This abacination Discomfort I beget
Submitted by Pestilence — Jun 21, 2026
Your portrait burns my cortex Engulfed in the heartache Languishing words meander through currents Transmute your warm breath Transmute your warmth and sweat Engulfed in the heartache Into the heartless silence Into the sufferance... Those afar holler this ghostly shell One last toast for the road But the bottle towers and beckons, The night is still young’ ‘The night is still young’ Smiling at the face of sadness To impress and punish myself Tortured by black candlelight Fingers raking through razors (To love and loss)
Submitted by Pestilence — Jun 21, 2026