Discarnate Ails
Secured atop the totem Emanating conceit so swollen Mendacious illations Misshaped by erroneous estimation Crimson chaos swirls Swallows the trampled indignation Millions reaching for a balance Lifetimes shackled Reincarnation into the gutter Reeking through the aeons Misfortunate souls bound to the Marred and worn reality Shy awakening Cast this consciousness Into a void Forgotten in the great beyond A reclaimed landscape Overgrown with the moss Selfish eyes raised upon The gravel's vantage Feasting without cessation Swallowed by the idyllic daydream Unquenched and seething Unable to secede Unwilling to see Gripping the wheels of destiny Fueled by the labor robbed of mobility Decrepit and indisposed Shallow grave trampled over Unmarked but discerned through stench
Submitted by BloodShrine — Jul 05, 2026
Devolved into a spectacle of myself Something to behold, to be held in pure light Snatched by crystal courtesans With indelicate grip and buried underneath Misguided interpretations of celestial alignment Suffocated by my own lust Bound chained and gagged in my performative excess And luxurious opulence Unkindly nurtured mind, fouled by filth Perverted, lustful, the eros that leads me to penitence Instead left with cyclical hunger and thirst Rued by a void of empathy and Consciousness of my flesh Lastina sabe a sal Pleading for scorn or pardon Enslaved by perverted bonds Anchored deep within The eerie nestle of Y'golonac Desert no more My hands shackled to this carnal prison A spiritual illness Terminally longing for benefaction
Submitted by BloodShrine — Jul 05, 2026
Splintered soles in the thousands Cracked and beaten like the earth Led forth, malcontent seething Bound for a lifetime Bound by hubris Bound by indolence Sloped corpulence stocked in abundance Moon and sun's reflections The only change for the manacled Each day growing in fatigue Opportunity dwindling Vision fragmented... diminishing Omni-shambolic enterprise Quaking to sustain... its hunger The hands of time calloused Slovenly, useless without direct order Bottom-most figures buried Entre el olvido El nucleo del nada Nunca dejaras impresion Into forgotten history Your memory swept by winds of change Leaving no mark The knell linked to banishment due The last helm to crack under the eschaton Relented spite, mercy forbade Gleaming the comb Begetter of an unforeseen paradigm Common man plights rupture order Pristine fissures Washed over by wallowed blood like the earth Led forth, malignancy breeding
Submitted by BloodShrine — Jul 05, 2026