Human Harvest

Don't bite the hand that feeds you Rather saw it off at the shoulder and bury the blade Incinerate the torsos and start a fresh page into the journal of life Your secrets hold little value when nobody is left to hear them

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025

At the peak of evolution's tower we perch and glare downward toward the understrappers below Unable to see all the way to the bottom Unable to care even if we could Poverty and disease flourish around the foundation of our creation And how great are we? Great enough to lift our noses to the skies as existence crumbles around us from the ground up How great are we?

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025

Salt rock eyes as hard as a swollen diamond yet as dull as the bottom of my shoe Fixated on the steel in your hands and the latex across your body Gagged by rubber through silenced from rapture This is the cross

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025

Bring her a mushroom cloud to garnish the skylines today Bring her opulent orange and cringing, beautiful white bellows Give her the gift of eradication, the gift of cleansing No screams or sounds, only the resonation of relief colliding with horror Trepidation blanketed with the reverberation of godlike slaughter Tumor mankind Dug from the roots and burned from the marrow outward Falling forward into complete regeneration

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025

Silence is as golden as piss

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025

Manipulate the slime and assume supreme control of the mind The smallest particles of existence can become the fallen curtains for us all The show is over for the slug The next realm has just begun Sovereign parasites Flawless domination Zombie phenomenon has just begun Fluorescent and pulsing This is the destiny of the slug

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025

Everything around me shrinks and expands Memories compacted Fantasies extracted Suspend me from the floor and push the ceiling nearer This is just a reenactment of the thoughts projected from your eyes The faces and names are not real Only the tears, blood and glass are authentic We link hands and dreams to become the map of the damned Found a wound across my ribs, soft and fresh as a ballet shoe To finger and feed Memories flaccid Fantasies reenacted Finger and feed

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025

Climb the fibrous ladder dear friend Watch your head Watch your step Chained meat-hook your new ally and playmate Hang yourself from the virginal I-beam above Hang from your anatomically correct eye sockets A perfect match for the grapple Hang like the meat you have been farmed to become Hang raw and arrogant Watch the gold-wash Watch the spin and spit Sweat, drip, foam and hiss Hang like meat Dangle in indifference Suspend above the spectators Fresh meat sways Rotted pride withers Raw

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025

Forced to scorch at the stake of humanity Our heavy skulls and cumbersome bodies fastened by straps of fear and mediocrity Anchored and confused Confused and naive We bled upon the oak and iron and sang songs of revolution and tyranny The spitting cracks of ember harmonized our singing voices as the scent of servitude left our presence and scaled through the syrupy air of a new morning Together forever Married to illusion Together forever The end

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025

If I knew for sure that I had a soul I'd sell it right now for the chance to experience Mother Earth's last gasp before she sinks into a perpetual episode of life support Clung to hope as the bastards of complacency and decent stand over us Carved from human bone by human bone Carved from human bone by human bone The magic wand of oppression waves above and occasionally bounces from skull to skull She's become the pig on the spit Salvation stuffed into her mouth like a rotted green apple We, the eager ants, wait below her and bask in her dripping fat No more audience No more audience Warm breath rises Boiled fat falls

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025

We hide behind what we create, but this time the product shall consume and shit us back to what we once were

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025

May we be the first to self-incinerate and may the mustard smoke from our bones be inhaled and consumed by the king cobras and queen bees of our world The stinger is in our hands A poison sac is in our skulls The last strike will be made by us

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025

Abort the brain fetus and force-feed it to your teachers and families The lies they taught you were to be defecated and spread into the soil where a new generation of mirror-children would feed The mind you have is plagiarized A worm feeds between your eyes Genetic reservoirs are computerized Tomorrow the shit will feed upon the flies

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025

Pull back the hammer and throw it at me like I was your best friend For a bulls-eye I'll shut my eyes for you

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025

None of us wish to be our shadow because we all believe that we are something greater The figure on the ground is no less good than what we really are but more than what we could ever wish to become Obsessional Autonomous Possessive The abyss of human nature snagged upon our deficiency upon of self-awareness Your shadow is selfish and violent

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025

Bring her a mushroom cloud trimmed in crazed ire and spite Feed her the decaying heads of humanity as clocks tick till silence

This wound cannot be patched as my blood runs gelatinous, sweet and black Only to be tasted by the chafed lips of the inflicter, a mirror The heavy-handed swift punishing judge whose sentence is lifelong and indifferent as puddles of stagnant water You cannot stop the bleeding with patches alone, as saturation will reject all but infliction Reparations all slide off into oblivion The hunter and the hunted have become one I was borne for self-destruction Borne to bleed and freeze Tears used to jimmy dried scabs of blood from these sheets Pills to control, to redirect, to attempt to unlearn Unsatisfied with what this world has had to offer Satisfaction when the heart stiffens and succumbs to the hunter's hands, gelatinous, sweet and black No more pills, no more adjournment The higher the walls around the more I will jerk them down upon me It has become easier to bury the bodies than to bury the memories and impulsive thoughts that serve only to confuse and burden One hand on the shovel, the other around my throat Borne to bleed and freeze I have broken all the warm hands that heal Bones snap and shatter Muscle tissue around the eyes stretch and quiver like a fish skinned alive The only honest satisfaction Cold and weak, I hope none remember I will be happy to forget

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025

As faces crept in from the room next door to my eyes I let a razor race swiftly down my armless body towards the clays of hell Blink to separate desecration from pain Toward the clays of hell the acrid tears and razors race The faces become more defined as the scent of my sweat and vomit draws them nearer Blink to separate desecration from pain Blink to separate the face from the name Another flash Another face Blink once for the pills Blink twice for the shame In the eyes of the canary these faces (remain)

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025