III

Well... what are you looking for? It's clear as the night sky A ductile world to fill your needs An empty soul to full with ease Sink inside Melting day by day Reposefully Oh just forget me There is a while world for you To sink inside Weakness measurement Mortal fear Seeds of sickness Chains at your wrists Tied by agony Breathing experiment Frozen conscience Crawling Humiliated Serving the big mouth Till death In evolution's Warm seas Moulder Under worn melodies And empty poems Balance between The chair and the rope Extinction and progress Walks together It will be always too late As we are crawling exhausted As we see years passing by And crushed on a wall What is this circus I am in I live to breathe catastrophe

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025

Stark desolation Day-dream salvation Who can still remember In a reign Of the flesh like joy Four walls Painted with hope Burning your body And scorching your soul This safe cell Has taken you away From your own self Buried under Decades of mud Unable to understand fear Forward to the future Equipped With gallons of will Forward to the end Leaving no footsteps behind Binded eyes watching The infinite misery In a forest Of lost memories Trying to survive By serving others Hidden Monstrosity Behind some compassion Fountain Of melancholy That never dries up Buried under decades of mud And you still stand to this mockery Persisting that hatred Is a product of fear

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025

I'm falling again into this body As I was gone for along time I saw life as I never did before Near completion I'm falling Through stars and dreams One with nothingness Near the end My nerves awoke My eyes are open My soul is back Still in flesh What pulled me back And why With thousand broken memories What pulled me back in this cold body and why Drown again by this feeling Never get used to the dark Somewhere in this planet Among them Alone and forgotten Ugliness of time So close to a new beginning To a new dimension, a new life Yet my flesh is moving Drown again by this feeling Never get used to the dark Somewhere in this planet Among them Alone and forgotten Ugliness of time Who will be there To strew my ashes to the skies And who have ever had been there When a dead man screamed

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025

Dreaded And vulgar Elation Sprawls for the sake Of sanitation Claw yourself to me... Every consecutive prophet Is a filth innovator Is there ever going to be The king of all kings? A savior still pending To redeem you from sin From the Devil you create From your unbearable self... A savior to make life A profitable profession Where murder is dismissal And suicide is resignation With flowers on your patio And work for life Your pet waiting to be fed Your multi-million color screen This is the creation of God With work for life His multi-million color screen And you waiting to be fed Whether you're in the plan Or a disdained outcast You're in the game of nothing You are the game of nothing With flowers on your patio and work for life Your multi-million color screen Your pet waiting to be fed Just waiting In the womb of sick

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025

My redeemer Inhaled sulphur From the cradle... I beckoned From the land As the black sail crawled away He nodded At my godspeed And wreaked the prayer Of our kind "Lavish gloom Enticing horn Blown to sign The rain of spears Embrace me Not my thoughts As I run like plague To adorn my foes With their end... ...adorn them with their end This flawless atonement For the essence of man Will molten life To stream in the abyss Should I yield Under the unraveling spells of death Pin me on the stellar needlework So I may shine Your insidious will As light to the critters Inherent pitchblack distress For the writings and poems and readings For there will be no one there To admire and read..." Then he kicked the rope And sailed away

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025

A life has passed I'm still here And all these years I am ploughing The same old field With wrinkled mind And wrinkled hands I am ploughing... Each dawn weep for me As I run dry of tears Embolden me To soak this land For all these weary years My better half Faded away I sleep with isolation My bairn, this land Is here for me To smooth my desperation I never pled for mercy I never pled for more My presence is a shadow Ugly and bygone Soil I bleed from inside Roots instead of hair A mountain is my breeder Of skies I am a bairn Etesian winds are calling My soul again to leave My child again is moaning Stay back with me and dig A life has passed, I'm still here To die I'm not afraid My child has grown enough now And soon will hold my grave

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025

A living thing That holds it's breath A hidden buy Beyond the tomb of death An exiled race That cut it's veins The unleashed pureness Whips it's birth Control non-existent Values are dead Life has sunk In the deepest depth Forgiveness Has no meaning You know the color of your end Painted from your hands in black So pure you were So poor you are Blind, you're standing On your knees And even now You're trying to hide Like a sweet pervert whore Oh... like a cheap fucking whore You're standing there in misery No more values for you to destroy My abhorrence has light the way To turn all sins against you I am disgusted You have me black i give it back i kill you My dreams are now Your reality You know... The human age is over

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025

There's a hole In your kindness mask The broken piece Thrusted your brains Gasping for air Striving for life Granted a soul Carefully trimmed to look fine The reason based deities of your kind Have ignited the ignorance fire Watch your back now For war is so close There's a heathenstorm coming Who are you Struggling for? What is your name? You have been Here so long You forgot there's no aim... If there's thin lines Between emotions Doesn't that make All emotions flat? Is there any life left Inside your saturated lards? Or am I just talking To a barely standing funeral? You lurk for your chance Stalking, grim... Like a priest Mumbling over the graves Like vultures attending The leftovers of ubermensch Drooling shadows from the shithole You call mouth Atonement walks in hand with doom

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025