Wormtales

Giving way to a loathsome sound: splitting soil; earth and turf leave a mere fraction of the shovel exposed A slit in the worldly skin, blade blemished by pierced helminths within Deafened by the pain she curses her saviour and intertwined with the veil of tears running thin, is blood; a slithering flood, washing an overgrown cluster of blastospheres into the ground A flow cherished by the frozen tongue tearing down her spine A rippling down the thigh, from a flight gone awry A touch of the alluring shiver from beyond the veil Death crawls with its pallor, clawlike its nail A weary cry echoes from the split soil Earth and turf leave a mere glimpse of a frail body exposed A slit in the maternal skin once defiled by the perverse fluids of sin Exhumed from prenatal entombment, neglected and cast into Earth, from a wriggling a void to another in vermibus susurrabant The pain of past horrors prevail, tears and blood intertwine as she gazes upon the birthless lump in vermibus susurrabant Less than worm, destined to squirm upon the hook from conception in vermibus susurrabant One last curse as sallowness shrouds the mother, irrevocably sinking into earth in vermibus susurrabant For among worms it was whispered of a defilement so hideous Among worms it was whispered of a saviour, insidious Among worms it was whispered of a birthless heir Lulled into a stirring rest, in a wriggling cradle marked by a tarnished crest… A setting spine and wriggling limbs intertwined A birthless heir no one wished to bear

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025

Neglectikon! A prosopopeia of hysteria The embodiment of a prophetic tale of the birthless: to grow mirthless and aim to become earthless Reflected in a nascent oculus shimmers an emulated maternal muse forged from the dysphoria now ripening betwixt each sulcus Woven into the germinal mind; Neglectikon Now, a universal vagrant to be is flourishing in the detritus past a horrific deed, as a contaminated seed lulled by the Word of the Worm, shadowed by its wicked creed …for within many a void echoes a dripping tongue of revelation, drooling its truth over a universal vagrant to be The teachings of a contaminated creed, salivated over sown indoctrination In hysteria Neglectikon portrays an obscure fate by misfortune designed …and under the enigmatic eye of this emulated maternal muse, writhes its neglected spawn A sprawling product of misconduct, born under misery’s dawn Heir of Neglectikon, cosseted by the Word of the Worm Now, the universal wanderer to be flourishes in the detritus past a horrific deed A contaminated seed lulled by the Word of the Worm, shadowed by its wicked creed Thriving is the heir of Neglectikon, nursed by the cursed tongue

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

Within many a heart echoes a dripping tongue So too within my own, with its chamber hollowed by solacelessness Since my birthless entrance to this world, inhaled the blackened breath I have; with lungs cowering and ever unwilling to endure the lost fragments of celestial wrath … but I always heard it, drooling its truth … Its oppressing words worming their way within my dreary mind: a hollowed comfort … and so I have quested the bodies of its stories, the phenomenons, their phantasms, for with rotten spine I yearned … With rotten spine I yearned to wander the nocturnal rosary of knowledge I yearned to learn what was written in emerald, in order to “ascend from Earth into Heaven, and descend again to Earth” and to “receive the power of the superior and the inferior” … For with the glory of the whole world; all darkness may enter me … The elixir of suffering is within, let it flow and drown the sun! Thus from this realm I will rise with a secluded telesm encapsulating the last ray of light Ever unyielding I will quest the lost phrases of celestial wrath, spiraling through my mind It is the presence in the dark; a phantasm of triumph, a prophecy planted within my heart, yet, a mere hollowed comfort … … yet, a mere hollowed comfort … A hollow comfort, for in the shadows of dripping tongues, solaceless I will on quest for the voided meaning, wander the nocturnal rosary of knowledge

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025

Deliriworm Draggling the sunlight down my slender throat Molested, ingested Ossified precursory heirlooms of a mortality agonised, Larcenously harvested, ingested I am a hollowed wretched shell Molested into an existence I yearn to leave, and so I heave a great sigh of relief as blackness I percieve Strayed from bliss I find the truth in an alien concept I so missed I swallow it all! … and once swallowed, like the relics of my ancestry, I’ll let the hate convulse around me Swallowed, but unlike the telesm of dying light, I will never fade from sight I will linger as the Harbinger of Woundism As the Harbinger of Woundism I will be unveiled again with visions of Infinihility emanating over my realm With a lost light smothered by my gorging throat, the world is to behold the brink of sanity, soon transgressed by the mutilation King Molested Wallowing in the starless glare of hope laid bare A photophobic escape so desolate into a land promised by my kin, worming through my mind like an inherited sin A slit for the bereavement of masses, and I drink their despair Mingling with my elixir of suffering, I gargle the deliriworm, all hope laid bare Have I been led astray? A photophobic escapism from the wretched state of my miserable mind A photophobic escape to the desolate Have I been led astray?

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025

Ripped from the parasitic state of my existence: a finite realm that I was forced into by my hostess’ desecrator through coital blight, and out of spite Sheltered in an all-encompassing void, with a newly seeded urge to escape vacuity I yet lingered within flesh and its oblivion with a paradoxical impulse: a yearning for the ultimate escapism, one that would linger A piercing glint Raptured; from beyond the walls of my world, something tugged at me Torn from the dark, ripped straight into an exceptional turmoil A blinding light; the start of a photophobic travesty of existence Cast into earth and solaced in soil, where I was thrown by my progenitor’s saviour Upon the hook I’ve squirmed, torn into a world I was never meant to betread Into ritualism grew my woe, subsequently, with a dismal crown I was to be burdened Yet still caught in a stressful rest, I envisioned the world that I was never meant to betread; Ravished and raped Hysteric, ravished and raped Molested Cast into earth and into ritualism grew my woe, subsequently, under a dismal crown I was burdened with the years and the yearns to besmirch and envenom the world that I was never meant to betread A product of forced coition Why would I aim to become like my progenitor’s defiler? Have I been so misled by the tales of my kin, worming their way through this world that I was never meant to betread? I am the worm crawling through this world's cervix Molestation through Infinihility

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025

My mind has strayed; gone awry, lost in a twisted realm Pitiful and of light too shy, within a skyless vacuity I search the gloom, blind What is to find, luring behind the silhouettes deep within my mind? I search the gloom, blind … … but what is to find? To dwell within the hollows of putrid and decaying hearts, lingering as an echoing ode to existential ache, is what I yearn for … but what is to find? Do I search the vein in vain? I bleed! Underneath me the Earth swills the trickling myriad of memories: a flow uncovering the skeletal tablets of treachery … but the river of wisdom leaves me with each drop I let drip So I tear at the tablets, scribbling my own fate in a tongue unknown With my touch loosening, fingers trembling with pain, I write of lies to spread with flies, for I did not search the vein in vain! Scripture in bone Recounted tales of a permanent throne; engraved With claw through skin, truth unveiled, raw I venture within allured My mind strays into the wound of wisdom with each drop I let drip Gone awry, in a twisted realm I find an entrance to the void …

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025

Etched into my bone is a scripture: words of a lonely road towards infamy The path of woundism, a long and winding one, revealed by the whispers that once cradled me A swirl of lies that I will spread from my skeletal shrine, rotten, sublime With dread I claw into my nyctalgia-ridden shell and venture along my spine, rotten, sublime Consciousness washed away with the draught I’ve bled No longer confined to cosmic claustrophobia! … but a new confinement awaits yonder the lamentations’ alignment Treated like a worm since the dawn of my time, yearning to hide in timeless dusk … and with my voice of lacerated sedation I'll sing the world my last lamentation of this life so futile … Spreading lies, echoing through time … I know that time is of the essence, but what does that mean when one's essence has left? When did it leave? When did I lose it? Did I ever have it? Solaceless and essenceless, mirthless, worthless, birthless, to become earthless For what is dead cannot be conquered Fumbling along the spinal corridors, I ascend above my visions Peering through the cosmic lens I leer, yearning for the ultimate confinement within cosmos Dispersed and eternal

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025

Treated like a worm from dawn … Seeking solace in the soil … I will linger … Now I behold myself sprinkling like sand through the fingers of time, with chipped nails fulfilling the fragmentation of my essence; fragments of cosmic despair I’ve gulped and gargled the tongue of truth, my throat gorged upon solacelessness Birthless I grew restless, with the sole aim to become earthless Lost, in a potent abstraction from the crystallized dreariness of clarity I am the mirthless Harbinger of Woundism, a persistent and vague silhouette of sickness and I crawl ever closer towards my throne, claimed for evermore I long to violate this world I’ll rape my earth infinihilistically The bereavement of the masses, starts with the bereavement of myself, may I then be proclaimed the once and future Necrocratic King? Withered clawlike fingers clutching the eternal wing Dead, unconquered, misery to bring I found solace sought in soil, but solace is fleeting and I sought to be a persistent and vague silhouette of sickness … A presence looming in the dark, crawling ever closer A claw upon skin, esurient to gulp the flow of memories A perverted tingle in the ear kissed by anxiety’s tear May all the clueless vermin howl … In the clamor, rotting in worthlessness through pain and time, I will prosper in my cosmic despair. A lingering shadow, beyond dead eye’s glare to forever disperse