Depraved, Repressed, Feelings
A dead sun is losing its opalescence Remnants of a cycle which will never cease Obscurantism of clarity… Dead leaves blown away by cold winds Darkness slowly creeping in, from outside to within Without any commotions, visibility loses its vigor Reverting into thrusting primal instincts Everything loses its sense here My own morality gnawed by this pulsating Evergrowing envy to hate, life I'm at the edge of succumbing, still fear lingers within Having lived for too long in a world, where weakness is prized possession Schematic lie crumbles on itself Humans were born in blood and suffering Most will die in shame and confusion Life is to be taken in order to purify its meaning Suddenly a subtle movement aroused my aural sense I take heed and uncovered some branches only to find Beauty and innocence trapped within flesh The irony of the situation brought a smile, in a most sincere way An unsuspecting female had just tripped and broken her leg She was clearly in pain I gently approached and carefully touched her hand Slowly she stared at me: "love me" She moaned and cried Love me, and I'll be free A trigger at that precise moment, switched on I knew I would love her, sincerely I grabbed the club she had fell on And bashed her head open, striking relentlessly Focusing on her frontal cranial protuberance When her face had lost any resemblance with any human feature I proceeded in raping her bloody, mangled carcass, violently I preferred the anus, for it could not render any mutual pleasure I fucked her till I came, in the openly exposed cavity of her throat It felt good; in fact, it felt quite better than loving Every attempt to attain purity by dissociating physical and spiritual means, will become tedious. You should accept the fact that you're useless and thus, lose the illusion of physical/spiritual superiority You might then grasp the true essence of a deeper harmony which annihilates the boundaries of animal instincts. Ether, bearer of light… If not, should kill yourself or kill someone you love Innocence cannot be preserved forever Kill yourself or someone you love If only you could understand how I fucking hate you Heal yourself, kill yourself
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 21, 2026
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I don't like to be watched nor spoken of Sometimes I only wish to be a shadow To pass undisturbed through days of existence Putting you all through the same filter of thoughts Weighting the reasons why you seem so happy Calculating how I could break your world Fucking tired of smelling your flesh Fucking tired of hearing your futile stories If you could all just fucking die Or at least stop existing All the shapes around me, been there for too long Don't talk to me, don't speak of me, just forget that you saw me I only wish to be happy for once I feel so fucking bad inside There's always a dead word rotting in my mouth Something that makes me wants to puke or aggress I'm living in a stolen life Interacting like a mechanical caricature of myself Not able to love myself in any ways Not able to lift this fucking layer of uneasiness I'm sick, and it doesn't seem to bother me anymore So used to boringness and suicided hopes That sometimes I take pleasure in degrading myself Fucked up being in a fucked up world I'm crying tears that has been borrowed Inventing pieces of life to keep some sanity Feeding on negativity What the fuck am I? There's always a sign, telling me to shipwreck I'm haunted on a daily basis by succession of notes and visions Depraving my present life at the price of artistic abstraction Focusing on the elevation of the I towards nothing Letting morality pour away Reconstructing light with shards of stained darkness Attracted by everything deviant and out of reach I'm pouring through life as if nothing is worthy of my attention What good will it make, those words, this music Nothing I'm a continuation of the cycle Being the sum of genetic, potential and environment I'm not special, surely not important Just a fucking human not able to free himself Darkness will only drown the weak Don't be afraid to plunge head first If you have second thoughts, keep in mind that your life sucks And don't forget, if you're still alive, you're a fag
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 21, 2026
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Brise tes chaînes, libère toi Éteint cette luminescence Prend ta vie Irradie une seule et dernière fois Oublie la douleur de vivre Éteint cette misère Reviens au néant, vers la seule liberté Ouvre tes veines comme tu n'as jamais ouvert ton coeur Embrasse la lumière pour une dernière fois
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 21, 2026
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Can you feel the weight of emptiness Crashing down the mortal coils of always Tearing down the frail link between what you strive for And what you must endure in your everyday life Breaking the whole of your conceptions Leaving you shattered and divided Everything stands still and hope subsides Another anchor point has been disabled today… Everything which used to distract my mind off the void of existence Was tore down and trampled, as I watched this fragile structure brought to dust Which was unconsciously being built behind my back By the need we all have, to reduce the time between brutal events Which force yourself to stop your actions And look at your life, as being dispirited and watching Your evolution at a third person view, without any consolation, pride of achievement, or highlights of nostalgic events. Just witnessing your empty self, pouring another piece of joy Feeling the balance of the self, reverting one step back in negativity Wondering where the fuck you still harvest the strength To get up every countless mornings To feed off illusions of fulfillment, growing closer to Ether… I don't think you really understand how I feel I'm daily wondering how it would feel to throw myself in front of a car Or disfiguring a random person I'm so fucking tired of this life. If you know me and care about me Please heal me once and for all, with a shotgun blast in the head I'm too weak to do it myself; it unfortunately seems there's no alternate route But something within just stopped to bleed A cute girl smiled and waved at me How futile can humanity be sometimes, will never cease to amaze me The ability we have to alternate from a state of complete existential turmoil And revert back to a state, where animal instincts Annihilates the need of the mind to free itself From recurrent negative patterns that will always resurface The minute every distraction fades away That is my vision of hope: An exhausting primal instinct forcing our subconscious To believe that our life is worth living
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 21, 2026
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It often strikes me when searching a way out Of this spiritual warfare opposing logics and feelings A light scent of defunct grandeur Surrounding memories long gone, accidentally unearthed by sheer innocence Washed away by a absence of linking time frame It always bring a tear and a smile To remember those filtered events, freed of bipolar limitations An inner sanctum where everything stands still Lingering endlessly in their preserved environment Where images, scents, toughs and resentments Are forever bound, defying the decaying process of time I mostly live in the past Obsessed by those immemorial manifestations Feeding off phantasms of extrapolated splendor, probably biased Most of the time, neglecting actual events to hasten the process In which boringness of present unfoldments Is devoured and restructured as subconscious draws the memory deeper In it's realm, somewhere between fantasy and active memory As time slowly fade, the concept of existential projection Loses its significance at the profit of a superlative past Where everything can be reshaped and perfected Another example of distorted reality by primal, chaos layer To which omnipresent source the brain connects to define what Is important or superficial information I think we are all redefining our own existence Numbing our own perceptions, respecting the predefined limits of our psyche Memory is then refined by our own futile need of secure, linear evolution Irritating moments gets deleted; anticipation gets mixed up with actual events Rendering those souvenirs, an illusive maelstrom incubating in our diseased conscience That is what we call reality That makes me wonder what percentage of our own personality is false That is, if we accept an absolute truth, inherent to life and mankind And I don't, I think of humanity as a hopeless continuation Of births and deaths holding nothing more than futile means of distraction To counterbalance the weight of cold empty darkness That rule supreme outside our germ size piece of matter, revolving around an insignificant star, gravitating within a microscopic star system on the outer edges of one of the smallest galaxies.
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 21, 2026
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Those ethereal choirs of sadness I keep hearing in my mind Always driving their rusted vises deep within the core of my atrophied conscience Overlaying the abysmal revolt within, with a cloak of frost and silence A revolt against life, hope, beauty and everything that stands behind happiness and love I cannot really explain why, I just feel I'm not part of anything positive in this world That doesn't mean I seek to be that way, I wage a permanent inner-war With no winning side I've always been too emotional, I used to be totally rampaged by events that most humans would normally ignore or just laugh about Then the events themselves started to lose their importance when I realized they didn't triggered the exact same linear emotions/reactions as before This has however bestowed an apprehension of the laws transcending my life, inherent to surrounding universal laws as well as a projection of external hostile acts against myself and the associated theorical reactions I could possibly feel at that precise time, call it paranoid if you will. The question: Am I truly a depressive, desperate person? The answer: No Just a lost/confused child at hearth that never understood the world he was part of, Still living the weight of dead dreams undying Mentally recreating everything as he sees fit as well as amplifying the stench of human misery, be it sickness, hate, violence and cruelty bred by our own de(generation) to quench is thirst of emotional bursts needed to balance his own sensibility Distress; an inverted deafening howling of helplessness Echoing endlessly within the mind of those who sees Through life, as starring a mirror without any reflection As being a shadow without any light External interactions which seems to lose significance Daily venturing on the verge of madness and/or murder Everything becomes pieces of a (w) hole, defined by my needs What could be worst than this force fed, repressive, oppression When you feel your head is going to explode And you desperately wish someone could connect with you Just for a fraction of time, and share the burden of those depressive stirs You quickly realize that you drown most peoples with the weight of your thoughts Then for a brief moment you feel relieve to see the impact of your own nightmare Crashing down the fragile barricades of surrounding serenity Imposing your world to forge its credibility… But in the end that wasn't the point, and you quickly realize that you Annoy everyone when trying to dig out your own depraved, repressed feelings This leads you to wonder what first motivated you in meeting other humans When their entertaining role ends, and true help is required No one's interested by who you really are, and how much energy you spoil In your struggle to keep a glimpse of hope alive What matters them, is your charisma, attractiveness and/or entertaining features I myself cannot deny that fact That is quite horrible when you realize the full extent of that simple observation I know I wrote this a thousand times before But creating nullifies a part of useless concerns You have already woken up thousands of times in your life, and being aware of that won't enable you to stop the need to sleep What I feel is infinite
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 21, 2026