Onslaught of Black Putrefaction

Have you listened the voice of the others? When? While death brings faith Blares across the flair And come so cold to break the heart And sick reborn Journeys of sorrow, moments as holes Translate the code of punishment A knife could be a useful dodge Dismembering thoughts and emotions And groping towards the void Riding fast to the sense To converge…Could be then… Mindless groans, useful wounds Shadows spread, deep stab wounds And flows Alongside the razor comes Two eyes appear with ravenous blow Alongside the razor cuts Two hands prepared to be a useful norm And run! Surround the noise And bring it up, don't fear the voices The brain distorted, its vision goad Nostalgia burnt, results to know the other voices It swallows love, Death could come And bring once more her faith beyond the row

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026