Exotic Sense Decay

Pigeon Vs. Crow Let the steel be my Christ Let the blood create the path Ignored like the dead pigeon gutted by the cat Impregnated our babies with psychosis and lamb vomit The clay failed to form the cast All that is left is a moist clump of animation Pure flat affect and no chance for grin Retarded by the morning's sunlight and traded sorrow for silence Sedation in the underlife Filed in the abyss Sedation in the underlife Through steel I shall exist The wheelchair pigeon is as clever as the crow Sedation in the underlife Through steel I shall exist

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025

A Wooden Heart Never Bleeds In paranoia I find genius But the ice-dreams have come with spiritless consequence A hatchet has been hidden between my eyes A hatchet gift-wrapped in paranoia A wooden heart never bleeds A wooden heart never bleeds, yet inextricable thoughts still weave Introspection fabricated for battle No time has been wasted Neuroleptic seconds marry electroconvulsive hours In the cranial freezer, paranoia is the bastard and I find genius Petrify Paralyze

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025

Wotton Disputandi pruritus ecclesiarum scabies

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025

Grabbing N Feed me and rape me and rope me As a family we will hang together As a genus we will bleed together We have settled for less

Skull Of A Hermit / Brain Of A Faery With one massive breath she was drawn within me Tunneled through my mouth A soothing delivery to Hell Dry gasp Impossible to swallow from the head first Eyes rolled and hands shaped to slaughter Beaten and erased from the inside out Plague the brain and disable Plague the blood pump and disable :and then there was two of her My eyes could only see one shadow as sunlight dimmed There is an ice pick after the smile There is an ice pick when I swallow Brain matter has been frozen The blood pump is an inversion Yet the body will move on as the heart remains in trance A skeleton has been frozen There will be no anabiosis I would rather slit my throat than inhale again

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025

10 Fingers (My Last Ten Minutes) Spit slides like sludge from the lips Mumbling the lost words of a Fall grievance I can barely speak to you with purple lips and a cracked smile Ripped apart in unequaled confusion Always sewing my stability back together with the thinnest of twineRip and sew Rip and sewRip and sewPut me back togetherRip and sewRip and sewRip and sew Put me back togetherSplit apart at all the vital seams And the tears that seep from my eyes drip and mix with blood and ink Blood, tears, and ink in a pirouette of mayhem and tranquillity It's a whitewash of emotionSweat kisses my tongue and I know that I'm still real I know that I'm still alive with myself I yell out your name and choke frothing deprivationThe nourishment of loss Asleep with asleepCreeping, inching, crawling across the floor toward the gate 'cause that's where the flowers bloom and wiltRoses laced with blood and drool Watching the pigment drain away from petals clung to my bodyAngelic and sweet I'm losing feelingRaking open my chest with thornsShed back the skin Exposed to he elementsFrigid cold violent dedication A human desecration

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025

Scarecrow Trailer Park Up to her elbows in soil and schizophrenia The dirt has begun to breathe Cries of a phantom infant tease and torment a dying mind Held down in profanation Subjugation of the senses Pushing pins in her eyes Pushing pins in her eyes She never sleeps Hallucination never dies

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025