Moksha

Dresses dancing against a boundless breeze. Orgasm rolling forth... Big yellow buses. Big purple bruises. Breaking nails, dirt hiding under. You know just where to touch me. That place, that special gaze. Nothing compares to touch. Piano fingers, cold and unlaced. To scare me is to win me. To stain me is to scar me. Inkblot butterflies dwell in temples. But it’s for her, not you. I’m sorry you feel sick. Inkblot moisture feeding, feeling. Inkblot test. Inkblot bleached right through, Pouring to the other side. Pouring. You...

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025

...Should have let me choose, shouldn’t have you? Rebellion leading to freedom. Burned alive. I smell you, I smell like you. I am awake and inside out. “Awful punishment awaits bad people..." Jenny taught me. And it will be heroic to try and stop me... It’s still happening and it’s not changing, so you’re lying lying lying. My voice is in your throat and it all must burn burn burn.

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025

Upstairs around where I wrote a song, About where I loved laying. Grey bathwater filled with my hair, Filled with my body. This is just some lost race carved in upright knees, Where soft smiles lie alone. Shackled to rope, watch me go as the birds dart. Why can’t we just stop? Going home.

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025

Life is mingled with thine, Mangled with masks and watch-clocks. They’re looking for water in a drought. You see, death is the labor of birth. And when they come again, really look at their root. Light your imagination, dip your pen. Watch for the wave, bitter short breaths. Look to your light, And look down at it. Oh what a lonely god. Lonely god.

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025

Fucking for all to see. Puckering lips. Used and abused; Delete. Holograms float by like cyber spiderwebs. Shards of images broken piece by piece. Look at you, a shadowed complex. Here we are again without a name. Hypnotizing a lustful sonnet, Falling back to close his eyes. Rows and rows of feeders skillfully cheating you out of your life. Creeps. Wait ‘til you see the latest format.

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025

Scars resemble the wilderness. A marbling of reflected light. Obscure and perfect she floated to me. My fancies are as noble as a tree. Smoke pouring from his split lips, crackling and cackling. She drank his remedy of silence and spit once more that night. Her rusted joints couldn’t take it anymore: She pushed paralyze and watched his blood spread across the floor. "She is made in a dark light, an afterthought, a second solution after the first one had failed."

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

I watched you walking outside, picking flowers. Holding your hand in the park running. Seeing you grow and come into your own. If only I could keep time from catching up with us eventually. Forgive me, I can’t save you from that. Feeling your breath for the last time, Panic as you close your eyes. I wish I could carry you with me... Into the eternal, living in the happiest moments.

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025

Inside my woes creep. Entangling this strange black hole I call my heart. Everything sounds so good to me now: Hives of honey, Sweet beaded eyes, My strange fixation on your hands. Pulling at my hair, a sea of acid dripping down my oars, Out to sea; Happy. But it’s cold like a draft. Dressed up, tore down. Twisted bodies fall to the floor, Like slugs in this circle. We are one.

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025

This place feels different somehow, Inside eight walls stretched long. Discourse of highness - Herbal attraction. Fell into my hands... Daydreaming things that are sad. I ask myself why? Who am I questioning? Who? There’s no one in front of me. Just breathe the breath, Like a wind I couldn’t find. Like a wind in winter’s time. Daunting daughters we’re trying to help. Anya Mama glacial. Such a sad face... She’s got such a sad face to see when she’s sleeping.

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025

First breath. The winded pathway out of the womb. Calloused hands pulled a pop release. Deep browns full of black, nothing but ropes and seeds. Am I a gift? Why do I feel so much pain? My milk. My mother. Machine of a life. Mother, mother. Machine of a life. Separated and scared, I’ve broken my neck. An offering: Bastard boy, beautiful beast. Open your mouth, wounded screams. If you could only see. If you could only see. Look at me. There is no sustenance in the rape and murder of others.

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025

I caught you knockin' at my cellar door. "I love you baby, can I have some more?" Oh the damage done. I hit the city and I lost my band, I watched the needle take another man. Gone, gone. The damage done. I sing the song because I love the man. I know that some of you don't understand. Milk-blood, to keep from running out. I've seen the needle and the damage done, A little part of it in everyone. But every junkie's like a setting sun. The damage done.

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025

Hera, All we will be left with is cinder and ash. Let him bravely turn to face his actions. Penance? Carcasses. Show an impulse of compassion. Spirits aspire to the sky; condors. Don't worry. You will be loosely tied. Crossing repitition, the march goes on. Drone. Drone. Drone. Engine eating coal. Shipped alive, will our species even survive? Becoming the destroyer of skyscrapers, Our component parts will be ripped out. Biological strings of intestines, Buried deep in the ground. What part of the genome will survive? Simply love. We shouldn't survive. We shouldn't exist. All of the sudden, Earth. My chest feels heaven.

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025

This track is instrumental.

Is this song not instrumental?