Slow Forever

Mothers mouth is choking on her past obsessions She can’t find an out she can’t find whats been swallowed no guiding lights or selfless acts no reason for just consequence spread out for all to fuck open teeth bare to all lines drawn blood and bone not unlike a person I am not a man Denial feeds your resistance and it leaves with a bullet modesty only exists in memory only exists in humanity final possession bitter consumption inbred testure savage beatings led to the well we will be slow forever Shotgun blast raindance I am not a man i am just a dog Within thrall Denial Feeds you’re resistance and it leaves with a bullet modesty only exisits in memory only exists in humanity final possesion bitter consumption inbred testure savage beatings led to the well we will be slow forever 30 years shit luck hydromorphine kerosene anal sex ampehtamines car crash anti-depressents incest depravity we accept bed smells like burnt foil Broken hope in a burning dream

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025

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It’s unending and I’m out of time my confession, i have never felt but just a burning numb Creeps inside instincts hide selective conscious and truth less whispers a fatal slip a fatal slip holding the tongue holding the tongue Time, regression, intellect we move like cancer within the act sink the poison and bury you’re truths Blind fold body bag and talk about god suck the chair leg and bite the curb time regression intellect we move like cancer within the act Slow slide Disconnect no control no control Slow slide disconncet no control no control Fatal consumpition moves inside me and i pull it out the design is old and these hooks pull commit the act Ruiner kill the light ruiner scrape the blue sky Slow slide Disconnect

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025

Pity for the hardened screaming end of life a former comfort or a lack of self it’s not over now its just the tip of a greater fall a greater fall my second hand devotion is a first hand myth a myth that echoes in the body, Manipulate feed me tragic stories through rusted metal tubes i prefer you’re leather skin to the corpse i know or the savageness trapped in you’re eye push the bottom deeper bring us closer self unable satiate not one with you’re flesh an unfelt betrayal Pinnacle pinnacle of the archetype Spends its life in gangbang degradation try and transcend pull me out of my body i won’t ammend this smell is so heavy Transcend in dreams i bury you in my veins With no emotion Scrapped from the throat of a wounded child pull me out of my body The pigs run wild.

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025

a leaking drain broken through a burnt roof the stranger corrosive visons on the other side of a black mirror The Glory Chain stained glass sanity to doubt existence is all she needs Hoisting myself out of myself pushing and pulling and clawing my way Spitting out moon dust and pushing away and hearts unmend and bodys unmend and prayers unattended and answers unquestioned and i resist if i could be a fly on shit if i could just get some rest and you could break my arms i could find some solace but i resist not in the picture or the common disgust its in cheap vodka and the galloping neurosis The glory chain and bodys unmend and hearts unmend and prayers unattended and the animals rule hoisting myself out of myself

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025

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emaciated point of entrance the oldest wound buried in eyes the ease of dying condone the act of self destruction you’re sheltered life leaving you in between hope and addiction Shaking conformity and self abuse its not a fad devote your self to selflessness its more then religion condone the act of self destruction a ritual and bury it in the veins of lovers shuddering on the surface reminds me of you and how we’ll burn on that thin border line we will burn baby burn I feel a fever coming on what’s always there is always gone i can’t trust anyone hit the streets with the cloak and dagger neon steam on a melting beam pissing gin with you’re bath salt stagger Shaking emaciated point of entrance the oldest wound a ritual the ease of dying condone the act of selfishness Leaving you shaking I feel a fever coming on whats always there is always gone whats always mine is always mine i want to leave my mark this time

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025

riding the golden wave i still see you without eyes i still hear you without eyes i still feel you without eyes i still hear you without eyes dried up fingers applying pressure dried up fingers applying pressure i still see you with my eyes i still feel you with my eyes Riding the golden wave painted nails that bleed out dirty hopes without care and in the end while you’re gone we will wish you were there cold whores hair mother fucking nightmare cold whores hair mother fucking nightmare cold whores hair mother fucking nightmare cold horse what a fucking nightmare my hands still shudder prison door drops i hear the fluttering of wings i reached out and touched a horned goat draped in opiate songs and burnt candles dead owl split in two gift to the ghost of negative emotions Cold whores hair mother fucking nightmare Riding the golden wave Cold whores hair mother fucking nightmare Dont fuck with me ill set you free scar tissue too stiff for feeling plant the seeds you’re fading i paid off whats mine But money means nothing All you wanted was comfort All you got were graves

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025

The fields of time are burning shield are eyes from burning Enslaved distilled violence survival lizard brain hate Iron to steel steel to rust rust to dirt dirt to time The past in pile of ash forgotten in the cycle erased in a pile of ash forgotten in the cycle For animal blood and bone For animal blood and skin down on the shit sphere Speaks from the deep passion slow burn the return of misery to the open lands is the only law the hunter is the final judge hail cruelty the unspoken truth Revenge. modern man is grave desecrated Hey. modern man is a grave resurected Carcass has fallen transfiguration beyond let me be a lamb upon the blackest eye see us walk over the bones of those who have fallen let me be a lamb so that i can follow the fire is winding every ember Let me be a lamb so that i can follow teeth of god bite where they will.

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025

"Things may not be immediately discernible in what a man writes, and in this sometimes he is fortunate; but eventually they are quite clear and by these and the degree of alchemy that he possesses he will endure or be forgotten Writing, at its best, is a lonely life. Organizations for writers palliate the writer's loneliness but I doubt if they improve his writing. He grows in public stature as he sheds his loneliness and often his work deteriorates. For he does his work alone and if he is a good enough writer he must face eternity, or the lack of it, each day For a true writer each book should be a new beginning where he tries again for something that is beyond attainment. He should always try for something that has never been done or that others have tried and failed. Then sometimes, with great luck, he will succeed How simple the writing of literature would be if it were only necessary to write in another way what has been well written. It is because we have had such great writers in the past that a writer is driven far out past where he can go, out to where no one can help him I have spoken too long for a writer. A writer should write what he has to say and not speak it Writing, at its best, is a lonely life ...he will endure or be forgotten ...he will endure or be forgotten."

Submitted by Immortal — Feb 12, 2026

Skin to skeleton (4X) Some of its parts are moving Bitter folds of flesh burning Some of its parts are moving Set the animals free Sweet Kerosene (4x) Some of its parts are moving The mouth is an open wound Open cavity, where the heart used to be Trapped in the throne of the Golden God Precious, and flammable A lucid shadow! Old man. Set them free. Eat them whole. Kerosene. I followed the collapsing star To the edge of the universe And sat with the Golden God All with dogs All with bulls Fists through glass to the other side I want to breathe water Into a den of hogs Because in the end We are torn from every which way Just a man stumbling around Until he can’t feel anymore

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025

We stand alone in the dark Naked, with silver faces The soultime dripping down our chests Distant supernova children Buried topography One-eyed birds flying Birds upset the fields Fading faces in the smoulder Blunt force Pick axe within the Cities fall blank stare Fire breathing blank stare The sky splits in two Locusts are screaming Sirens in the distance

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025