Full of Hell / Goldust
I've made it months, even years, in solitude's embrace But nothing has shown me what I cannot create Stuck on this compendium of mortality A line without a flaw I can never bring the life back to his withered breast Dead at 18 years, now my head's a fucking mess Everyone is waiting for the end of the line Immutable truth There is nothing that can take what is dead There is nothing that can take what is dead and make it green There is nothing that can take what is dead and convince it to grow Vessel is deserted (dirt) Capillaries dry (holds) The world soldiers onward (no) The line is absolute (sway) Lament's only verdict (over) The line is absolute (me) No sway over me
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jul 08, 2026
Gums are folded back Slow revealing rot Smiling thin through mold admits the one obsessive thought Emaciated bastard Hopeless mother fucker The man is gone & what remains Still haunts his bones & floods his veins Mind is under duress Chased by southern worms The insects in the ceiling have been gathering in swarms Innumerable shapes Delusions exhumed The walls are leaning inward, the consumer is consumed It took the head of my fathеr, my sister, my mother Rejеcted interventions only bring us together Consume your failing liver, lose your sense of self The dimming thoughts of something real degrade the chance to heal
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jul 08, 2026
Two shores exist within my line of sight Neither is wrong, yet neither is right The guilt is creeping out from inside my lungs My diaphragm collapses & consumes everyone Indecision feeds me to the mouth of the bay The reef pulls me in All thoughts become grey The lights are receding, this remarkable feeling is void The void awaits
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jul 08, 2026
Contention, eyes listless in the swell of aging flesh Constantly haunted by reflections of the life you could never lead You're not climbing any ladder, you're binding in forevermore There are woodworms eating through everything that defines you as you There are holes in every aspect of your current being It's a failing institution and a lack of egress Now you move more like a spider, bound like a filthy rat At the end of this road, you will find nothing I can see it and I can feel it Loosening the hinges on reality
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jul 08, 2026
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