The Smothering Arms of Mercy
Stranger to my body Intruder of your form The unfurling bile supernova burning Occludes peripheries and warning Exquisite carnal reckoning Impassioned raking of flesh Furrows into poisoned soil Symbiotic and hungering Oh, scourged as I am beneath my veil; Give me a reason to fail! How can the storm seem to calm Adrift within your smothering arms? Incessant carnal reckoning The frenzied raking of flesh What germinates in poisoned soil Symbiotic and hungering Leave all around us barren Scorched earth romance tightens incessant grip Watched by the vacant eyes of my surrender The very first and the very last of its kind Terminally luminescent The truth is my affection is just for show So that all can breathe deep and let me go In pyrrhic concordance Incessant rhythm In vile harmony we distend Is this our first kiss? Is this our last kiss goodbye? Is this the bliss you've always wanted to try? Sinking within yourself while your limbs splinter Sparkling with wasted tears; The torrential rain of the vermin's spit Begging for you to bring me harm Entombed within your smothering arms
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 25, 2026
In my seventh year All the colours burned away Monoxide peripheries Ichorous and grey A wastrels journey Dragged to chaotic distance The disconnect made whole Given to the grave This fortress of flesh and bone Beatific in rigor The bargain is struck, mindless and vile Clawing out of deeper circles with the hands of a child In my seventh year the shadows left the walls The nightmares crept into the days As days ceasеlessly withered with a pall My wrеath of medication woven My coronation made Destined to be broken under the yoke In bitterness I reign In my fortress of flesh and bone I feel nothing Not the searing of your touch The lash of tongues In my fortress of flesh and bone I am sovereign In my seventh year I saw so much of the world My first kiss from the bluest lips And how the ground collapsed beneath me The rain caking the ash on my limbs The rain that never left The very first day I witnessed safety It was already long out of reach Laughing with its taciturn sneer The majesty of its insult Mocking me With the violence and the hopelessness to come
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 25, 2026
Oh, I'm writhing with life! The sharp edges dulled The first touch of mercy swings down on me Like the last ragged breath that slips away But oh, I'm seething with joy! Slow shaking steps toward a fluorescent new day Their welcoming embrace Laughter spills from my lips like the ash from a shattered urn I'm patient zero, event horizon; the eternal undertow Point my ravenous love Towards whom you want to be swallowed Draw wretched eclipse closed The incessant numb twilight of a shattered mind Do you feel nothing, like me? I welcome you to join me in this idiosyncrasy; The absence of all But oh, I'm burning with love! Collapsing within With the weight of the unachieved I welcome you to grieve Oh! The incessant grip of our encirclement; Convulsing and euphoric as it singularly tightens! And the air is colder than it's ever been I know nothing of it There are voices crying in the other rooms I don't hear them And in the recesses where the darkness deepens That which I can't possibly see Something has brought its gaze towards us Putrefying where we stand Like effigies to a decaying opiate god Pestilential and bloated with life The absence of all The embrace of rot Blossoming before me Iridescent and beautiful So unspeakably beautiful As a crippled vessel, exposed in all its grand failure Reaching for you
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jul 14, 2026
Reaching for flesh that atrophies in total failure Snowblind in the permafrost From the unbidden whispers in every witching hour The spirit runs cold Sinking below the floor Where nothing reaches us The numb solace of the wilful self-interred The voice whispered "Lead us to glorious times; lead us to the end" Like fault lines spiderwebbed Like the collapse of cities Likе the collapse of a lung The curtain rеnt asunder Leaving all that's left Suspended in the leathered clutch of an opioid grip So cling to me like wreckage as you convalesce again And like before deep in my arms you'll find emptiness The touch that led my heart to ruin In fraying strands thrown to the curfew's sterile dark Cling to me for desperation Reading the epilogues in one another's breath Below thought and memory of sensation Underneath everything that is made of or used to matter The spectre of our future Beckons grinning as a friend Lead us to our glorious times Lead us to our dispirited end Save us; heal us all Show us what dreams come in place of life! Lead us to glorious times! Lead us to the end!
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 25, 2026
Throw weakest arms around the vessel It is swathed in ragged cerements Dressed in manufactured love Excruciating affection Rotten all the way through to the bone Virulent to the touch Collapsing all under its own weight Shambling human wreckage Broken, pitifully so, under the whip A storm of self-destruction Treacherous, the limerence that slips Holding onto you with electrocution's grip All yours Invite suffering and entropy To cast away reason and hеart with both hands End turn stone that which life rots of the spirit Oh! Look upon mе and my withering How I shimmer emaciated in the half-light Am I not the most beautiful thing you have seen? Can you feel nothing like me? Feel the coldness of my touch Have I pierced the mouldered veil of your sleep? The haunting began when the colours bled to stone Oh! I slither through the plush grandeur of the dark Waiting for you to call me home Drifting in abyssic opioid fog The spectre thieving the breath from your chest Howling through the strangling murk of dreams eclipsed So join me through fracture To the precipice from where all warmth horribly fades The blinded didactic measured with hands of coal Scratched from poisoned ground Alas we must embrace as lovers do At last Throw weakest arms around the nothing that's left There's nothing and nobody to call you home
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 25, 2026
Lumbering from darkened rooms Slithers through ward corridors In witching hours searching for the end; for the final chapter A breathless epilogue and the bliss of release Soul rot The terminus of spirits when all is lost Watch yourself fade to a pinprick Forgotten and scarred by despair Give yourself over to decay To watch everything you loved slip away Tumourous and bloated by the spectre of your presence Misery cascades and cripples Something rotten grows within; festering at its vicious whim Some other self armed with gnashing teeth That charges forth when all else grows dim Nascent, it beckons Cloaked in vile, barbiturate haze My own dark halo to mark my final days I know my hell better than I know myself And I know what will take it all away Leave only wreckage and poisoned ground Cruelly snatches at every inch of reason And swallows it whole Like parasites swarming from sallow skin Soul rot The terminus of spirits when all is lost When you watch yourself fade to a pinprick Forgotten and scarred by despair Torn apart by suicidal rage Reflected in bitterness as it pools beneath in brackish tides Everything leathers Pestilence erupts; spirit deconstructs Soul rot That from which I crawl my way back Just to cascade into ruin Bitterly aware of the shadows that stand above me
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 25, 2026
This is going to hurt Submission always does Joining the parade of grief An absurd carnival charging onward to the eclipse Forward, stumbling blindly, with high hopes of release Abyssic relief Forward! Reaching forth toward those parasites of atonement Feeling them burrow deep into vein Watching the hollowness manifest in unprecedented ways Even the strongest pillar caves in Even the iron heart shatters The shelter a fortress gives is as weak as the fault in you This is going to hurt As thе end is won't to do Forward! The tunnel of misеry tightens to singularity The pinpoint brightens To illuminate strange doorways For which my heart yearns And from where emancipation beckons I have chosen the endless possibilities In the abstract of leaving Unburdened in darkness and whispering The promise of absence I have clothed myself in bitterness Unashamed of my nakedness Undefeated by my will Gird your loved in armour while yet you wither Drag the mottled hope from your frame Given over to the loved With all limbs thrown to abandon And the husk discarded as all lesser things are The sorrow slowly smothered as an abomination And with it I am scourged of my self-disgust; And suddenly this is a celebration To gird your loved in armour while yet you wither Carving my fate with hands of iron Into linoleum and oblivion Spraying rust In rivers Become floods Left for you to find Left for you to curse your sight
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jul 14, 2026