Bloodguilt

I come forth to thee for the cleansing of my sins. This act of calamity goes deeper than the skin. My final act I now await, bear witness as my judge. I realize; my death was written with his blood.

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025

Brought forth in apathy. A flesh embedded innocence. To beg forgiveness at the altar; Victim left untold. Probationary litigation, condemned for wrongful deed. Sentence so prodigious, for which I cannot plea. A shadow follows me as I take my final steps. I try to reach oblivion before I'm put to rest. The nature of sorrow yet to be exposed. Torture based on my beliefs, I walk into unknown. Black, death, the crow released. The lucid calling of my suffering. I cry for help but the noise locks out. My fate at his fingers, my mouth sewn shut. I've lived my life, swearing to no other. Carved myself through the test of time, no purpose for a father. No crutch to be believed in. This wake in sanity, I realize, so bastardized, is all I ever needed. Lay waste upon the king. This cursed betrayal unlawfully transposed. A broken, an empty, deceitful vow. Won't bow down to the king that never was. Death brings me to my knees. Pray to false prophets in these times of need. Lies turn to filth and dirt. My hollow sin eating the rest of me. A devious harbinger for an assemblage of fools. Death brings me to my knees. Pray to false prophets in these times of need. Bleakness encircles my existence. I bestow in blasphemy as he approaches. Devour me as I fall to my knees. Incapacitated for my wrongful, my wrongful deeds. Apathy spreading like disease. Black, death, the crow released. The lucid calling of my suffering. I cry for help but the noise locks out. My fate at his fingers, my mouth sewn shut.

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025

Deliver me! As I seek for wisdom to rid me from this pain. Pray the children that I have hindered will not die in vain. Left astray of sanity, induction so profane. Catalyst of cognition flowing through my veins. Desecration fornication, slaughter inhumane. I write my name in blood, for Heaven's door is shut. A slice of flesh; eternal bond. An ill-forsaken treachery. Disconcertion. Exhaustive reversal. The devil's gift; embedded in me. My sins forgiven; the slander, the cries. Their severed limbs tearing the life out of me. I've been to Hell and back; my bloodstained legacy lingers. I urge for one last chance; enslaved for relentless carnage. Lungs turned black. Gone but not forgotten. Plasma induced serenity. An eerie presence shadows me. I glance at death as I kneel for thee. Mercy brings misery. I bathe in the blood of the innocent. I've sold my soul to the wretched and free. My spiritless body takes a hold of me. Violence is my demise. Surrendered my guilt for eternity. Graced by the hand of the devil. My sins, they write themselves. Mercy brings misery. Violence is my demise. Mercy brings misery. I bathe in the blood of the innocent. I've sold my soul to the wretched and free. I glance at death as I kneel for thee.

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025

Embodiment of malice. Ruthless insurgence. Apotheosis of rage. The anger inside me, eating at my flesh, consuming my mind. One more nail for the cross. I carry the weight but not a burden. On this day of mourning, all I feel is hatred. Suffer! Feel my pain! Witness the demons inside of me. Conquer! All my fears begging for my deliverance. Cast aside by fervor of hate, violence and greed. No bargain for a treason. A place where integrity is reduced to filth. These scarce apologies wasted away. Cursed with this blood thirst delusion. Lucidity inanimate; inhumanity prevails. Bring forth my fury upon this putrid planet. To speak with vile tongue. Contused beyond resolve, my reason has deceased. These scars I inflict will triumph; these pleas will not suffice. These cold dead hands have faltered. Constrained within your judgement. As I remove the nails from an empty casket I sense a fragment of regret. All this time I sought out my salvation, left with my own damnation. Suffer! Feel my pain! Witness the demons inside of me. Conquer! All my fears begging for my deliverance.

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025

I awaken from my slumber, an agonizing consequence. To breathe upon the living, no conscience, no regret. Feeding upon this nightmare, an abysmal reflection of utmost reason. I look into the moonlight, howling at the sun. Hear the whispers of lamentation. A blasphemous pursuit to rid me of my agony. A futile attempt to transcribe this unholy resentment. A seemingly unsettling irreverence of man. As a servant of apostasy, I wither in the night. I weep not for the blunder; my sins will not ignite. These tears of blood and martyr, an affliction so deserved. I’d pray in the bleakest hour, if only there were a god. To worship the deity of evil and greed. A preacher with hunger for vengeance, I bleed. An empty stare carves deep within my soul. I reap for sorrow, I'm not alone. Embracing repentance, depression and grievance. I lay in this heresy to conquer the great deception. I, only in darkness, shall vanquish the light. Haunted by daemons, I will suffer through the tides.

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025

I've lost myself in the cryptic abyss of delusion. My empathy left behind, I reek of seclusion. Eyes roll back, gaze in the mind of a recreant. Search my wisdom for rationality. A glimpse of impulse. I only find my tortured self; demented being. One last cleansing. I seek for closure, not redemption. This yearning for malice, self-loathing grief. Let Hell be my sanctuary, home to my post-mortem psychotic schemes. No more guilt, no more lies. Exiled to find solace in my heresy. This instinct for survival no longer sufficient. Acceptance attained, an improper judgement. Cursed with this sorrow, this agony my own. An unforeseen epiphany to disown my soul. Let Hell be my sanctuary, home to my post-mortem psychotic schemes. No more guilt, no more lies. Exiled to find solace in my heresy. No longer weary, I bury the hatchet with this final life I take. This noose around my neck, I too will meet my fate. My convicted conscience has been longing release. The thought of being dead; it now brings me peace. These woes, this torment I can no longer bear. Spiraling through the throes of despair. Gasping for breath, my feet search for soil. Straight to the nether world with nowhere to go. Engulfed in flames, this bastard driven suicide will numb my pain away.

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025