Beyond the Dead
Schizophrenic visions tingle the spine Agoraphobic bias corrupts the mind Blotter-paper horrors, yet unperceived Perforated parchment, an escape ill-conceived Intoxicate It courses through your veins Coagulate Viscous slop in your brain Nullify Succumb to the void Horrified Your mind destroyed Brain entropy - Lysergicide You cease to be - Lysergicide Salivations pool from your maw, agog Hallucinating parasites emerge from the fog Reality ablated as sensеs decay Ego sublimated, neurotic castaway Inеbriate Liquefying your brain Flagellate Self-inflicted pain Clarify Schizoid internecine Lysergicide Revelation sanguine Brain entropy - Lysergicide You cease to be - Lysergicide Brain entropy - Lysergicide You cease to be - Lysergicide Intoxicate It courses through your veins Coagulate Viscous slop in your brain Nullify Succumb to the void Horrified Your mind destroyed Brain entropy - Lysergicide You cease to be - Lysergicide Brain entropy - Lysergicide You cease to be - Lysergicide
Submitted by NecroLord — Mar 26, 2026
It’s what I enjoy, though some might judge My penchant for excrement and sludge I want to rest in your septic tank It’s great to reflect in a place so rank 150 an hour to bring equipment in Camera set to film me swim The tank closed by my associate Time to revel in your shit Ensconced in sewage covered latex Sniffing effervescent grime Plunging deep into this cesspool Tasting your excreted chyme One man’s dung is this man’s pleasure Aberrant by any measure Amongst the dreck is where I thrive My appellation; septic five
Submitted by NecroLord — Mar 26, 2026
Panic as walls creak Habitat begins to fissure Your sanctuary leaks Sucking under vacuum pressure The air becomes frozen Extricating from the lungs Replaced with perchlorates Making pleura ablate Containment suits fail Fabric tears and blisters Expendable recruits Outfitted by the lowest bidder Radiation seeps As buboes weep Helmet fills with puke Cells are nuked Poisoned breath, blood boils Skin burning intensely Frozen cold, as you fall apart Rapid unplanned disassembly Scarring lungs, vеins burst Tumors growing immensely Freeze to dеath as you fall apart Rapid unplanned disassembly Arterial failure The ichor effervescing Hematomas rupture Subdermal blood collecting Muscle tissue rips In hypoxic fits Palpitations of the heart Your body torn apart Poisoned breath, blood boils Skin burning intensely Frozen cold, as you fall apart Rapid unplanned disassembly Scarring lungs, veins burst Tumors growing immensely Freeze to death as you fall apart Rapid unplanned disassembly Limbs fall from their sockets, causing searing pain A bitter aftertaste from your melting brain Eyeballs glaze over, occluding your vision You've lost all sight of the purpose of this mission Prolapsing Collapsing Your organs left behind Disassembly Truncated Ablated One giant heap of man-unkind Disassembly Arterial spray soaks into rusted soil Steam pouring from your mouth as your innards boil Tendons snapping one-by-one from the burning cold Your organs spill out as the omentum unfolds Thoracic collapse Your death rattle chlorinated Vomit bloody scraps Completely exsanguinated A million miles from home Preserved within the loam On this lifeless rock Your corpse will never rot Poisoned breath, blood boils Skin burning intensely Frozen cold, as you fall apart Rapid unplanned disassembly Scarring lungs, veins burst Tumors growing immensely Freeze to death as you fall apart Rapid unplanned disassembly
Submitted by NecroLord — Mar 26, 2026
A clean bill of health is anathema to me Factitious desire for disease Virus I praise Cancers I crave Riddled with injuries is how I'm pleased Medfet addiction - sickness gained Hospitalized - gurney attained Medical care - à la carte In doc we trust - sick at heart Stethoscope; your heart skips a beat A thick chart of ills at your feet Cannulated then a sponge bath Urine draining from my cath Methylene blue adorning your skin Demarcated for incision Garmented in an iodized wrap Finery for my date on the slab Masked and gassed, anesthetized Hold my breath and close my eyes Alert and aware as I slice your gut I long to feel every single cut Laceration Exsiccation Coaptation Ejaculation Suturation Feeding addiction - sickness mending Hospital stay - never ending Medical care - à la carte In doc we trust - sick at heart Stitches decorate your flesh Bejeweled with a cold compress The sick I enjoy Libidinous toys My passion is for your illness Yearning addiction - sickness healed Dreams of hospice - health ordeals Medical care - à la carte In doc we trust - we're sick at fucking heart
Submitted by NecroLord — Mar 26, 2026
The things you see and believe The reflection displays quite differently Dysmorphic impressions held tenaciously Open your eyes, behold reality If you can bear the disappointment When you see what you truly are If you can choke back the repulsion At all of your pustules, buboes, and scars Dysmorphic, vision of self and state Honor and compassion, avarice and hate Dysmorphic, reflection forever barred Can't accept what we truly are, dysmorphic Sickened, you infect all that has occurred With twisted truths and honeyed words The soothing deceptions you've always heard As you shamble along immured in the absurd Twisted self-image cultivated Self-gratifying death mask to hide behind Dysmorphic animus to turn your eyes from The rotting truth you would find Dysmorphic, vision of self and state Honor and compassion, avarice and hate Dysmorphic, reflection forever barred Can't believe how disgusting we truly are Dysmorphic, vision, from many one The truth undone before we begun Dysmorphic, spawned from slaughter and war Can't accept ourselves as we truly are Dysmorphic Dysmorphic, eyes that cannot, will not see Dysmorphic, distasteful truths exhumed from your mind's cemetery So scrub the blood from your conscience With a steady stream of comforting lies Prey-like sheep as you stand ankle-deep In a river of corpses left behind Dysmorphic, vision of self and state Honor and compassion, avarice and hate Dysmorphic, reflection forever barred Can't believe how disgusting we truly are Dysmorphic, vision, from many one The truth undone before we begun Dysmorphic, spawned from slaughter and war Can't accept ourselves as we truly are Dysmorphic
Submitted by NecroLord — Mar 26, 2026
(In which most unwholesome paths are set upon by our protagonists, the future Dr. Knox and young William Hare, to the chagrin of polite society) “These heads of the profession convert the science of which they are ever chattering, into a mean and sordid trade, and those institutions which were founded in the purest spirit of benevolence and philanthropy, are transformed into warehouses of human wretchedness” - The Lancet newspaper editorial 1829 “It is disgusting to talk of anatomy as a science, whilst it is cultivated by a means of practices which would disgrace a race of cannibals” - The Lancet newspaper editorial 1832 “Anatomy is the basis of surgery... it informs the head, guides the hand, and familiarizes the heart to a kind of necessary inhumanity” - William Hunter's introductory lecture to anatomy students 1780 “The outcasts of society, who, being pointed out as resurrection men, unable to maintain themselves by any honest employment and are driven to become thieves and housebreakers...” - Benjamin Brodie Observations 1832 Dr. Knox: My occupation was a'calling, like a tumor, it within me swelled A path some found appalling, that I would come to know so well A cadaverous career awaited, the filthy task I'd undertake With a gruesome thirst for knowledge, that only the dead could slake My studies dismissed as morbid, incurring the headmaster's scorn My deathly imagination derided, and into the darkness borne From clandestine forays into graveyards, to the operating theater's grisly scenes My bloody studies dug ever deeper into the obscene and the unclean Narrator: For in death's sleep what dreams may come? And in death's name, what deeds must be done - Dr. Knox: As an anatomist, a necrologist But I'll never be an apologist My chosen path, to carve up stiffs A career dismissed as a dead end A surgeon's trade, a butcher's blade You mourn a rest to which you won't be laid To serve my much derided trade Your legacy will fade to a dead end Solo – Michael Burke Hare: The pounding of my father's coffin-nails beat a dolorous refrain But by staving in those caskets, a richer living could be gained My heart beat time with the hammer-falls, I learned to pluck men from the grave And earned the name of “resurrection-man,” plying that reviled trade Narrator: For in death's sleep what dreams may come? And in death's name, what deeds must be done - Hare: As a resurrectionist, a necrologist But I'll never be an apologist My chosen path, to dig up stiffs A career dismissed as a dead end Dr. Knox: A surgeon's trade, Hare: a wooden spade Dr. Knox / Hare: You mourn a rest to which you won't be laid To serve our much benighted trades Your legacy will fade to a dead end
Submitted by NecroLord — Mar 26, 2026
Feel the plunging cleaver As it leaves your face avulsed Slashing at your flesh In pain you now convulse Excruciated in pain you fucking died Mutilated, choke on the blood that drowns your feeble cries You know your fate is sealed As the bloody axe blade drops Chopping through your bones until Your limbs are shorn clean off Slaughter maniac Raises high his axe Slaughter maniac You're the victim of his fucking gore attack Shreds of flesh surround you Gushing blood has slicked the floor The pieces of a human life Reduced to fucking gore Excruciated in pain you fucking died Mutilated, choke on the blood that drowns your feeble cries Slaughter maniac Raises high his axe Slaughter maniac You're the victim of his fucking gore attack
Submitted by NecroLord — Mar 26, 2026
(musick & lyrixxx - Matt Harvey, 1995) By night I return to the storage shed, Anxious to catch a glimpse of the dead Nervously, I unbolt the door, Making my way into this abatoir... Hot air Rushes out the aperture, A putrid gust of flattus and methane, Inhaling the Rotting fumes as I choke, Hit by a wave of nausea I try to restrain... At last I regard the bloated stiffs, Terribly dislimbed and deceased, My plumpened Prizes now swollen by putrefaction, A makeshift mortuary for the obese... Their corpulence exceeded solely, By the foulness of their smell, Their girth Only expanded upon in death, The fleshy carcasses bloat and swell... Postmortem hypertrophy plagues the hefty cadavers, Their portly bodies now Thoroughly dead, The incessant buzzing of insects as necrovores slaver, Fills The tepid chamber whose walls I've stained red... I hacked through their Layers of blubbering fat, Some were gutted, some punctured, some razed, When I Finished I found them decidedly flat, If not yet dead, then at least bleeding And dazed... In this dingy shack I had left them to rot, And then departed the Undignified scene, The makeshift crypt they inhabit now fetid and hot, The Curdling innards turned a sickly shade of green
Submitted by NecroLord — Mar 26, 2026