Great Mother: Holy Monster

Is this the reflection of myself ? Suffering from little unsatisfied desires If your mind makes ugliness of the past Does she consider me a means to her end ? Or does she not do that at all ? I'm losing faith, Her tentacles drag me down Into the depths / abyss, Resigned, I don't do nothing to stop it The poison of her suckers comfort me, Nobody can imagine what I can feel Disappointment, love, fear, catharsis Loss, indeed everyone who might try it No one will burn the veil of Maya Impossible to turn back. I would rather live a lie. I have lost faith, I found a new religion My suffering body will not suffer anymore My mouth in the mirror says : Amen, Amen, Amen.

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025

"Il faut tuer les passions" please take me with you in your lap I need to lost sight, I'm not a saint but I need to castrate myself Eyes create illusions, genitals create false idols. Knives in the hands, no stitches, no tears-eating face. You've got to kill passions. Sorrow and joy. Blood and milk. Tired of chasing your shadows, Please admit me into your womb again, Pulled in front of our audience "Bisogna Uccidere Le Passioni" Curtain's closing, lights off Applause.

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025

Lack of knowledge, sacrifice, passion, Ordinary days turn into famished hyenas And I'm their meal. Do you will surrender to destiny ? The black one descends from the abyss. Possessed, entranced, controlled ? No ! It's her ! A hand covering my face, A hand holding destruction, A hand purifies, A hand prays the transformation. Nudity removes any illusion. Yelps come to my ears but other complaints, Other carcasses. Each new victim, A new head from her necklace. She has no intention of ending the carnage She wants to recreate. Death becomes for a better dimension. How to get rid from these cursed hands ? Her fury silent, it was anything. All that remains is despair.

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025

She will come out like a cancer. Sitting in the tub, drunk Bathed into puke 'n' cock hairs. Eating rotten meat, imagining it was your mother. I wanna raise you inside my stomach. As I've done. I'll be your womb/ utero. We'll be a single thing again, Whore I'll be your owner, your possessor, Now the cancer, you'll feed yourself by my acid My waste and you will grow. Finally you will reborn. This is new flesh, Sinking into a black hole of loneliness / desperation. This is true love.

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025

She doesn't love me. She possess me like a ring of fire, Satisfy her possess desire. She knows me. Chained in her dark prison, The key is hidden in her breast, Impossible to move, To get rid of, Scared by the despot, By the monarch. I feel like a completed draw of a blind painter. Same instinct, different name. Being sons of avidity, Sons of egoistic love, The queen doesn't love her crowd, But herself. She demands the perfect crowd. But a snake will swim in her tank, Sooner or later, lover for my savior, Devourer will go on, and on, and on, No regrets.

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025

My mind full of selfishness, If I cut my body I'd not feel anything. Falling into his body and dressing up of his skin. A slimy insect into a decadent pantry, Looking for expired food and a warm place. Dark this is not real, Dark I am not fucking real. Hear me mother, Hear me fetus' owner, Hear me mother, Hear me holy monster. I need a new mind. I need to purify it. I need to not think. I don't need to be afraid. Prisoner of my larynx, Prisoner of my gestures, Prisoner of my symbols. Now god is mine. Save your soul. Amputate, annihilate. No tongue. No hands, No thoughts, no god. No goddess.

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025

The devouring womb of grave and death, Of darkness and with no-light, The cave of nothingness.

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025

Her body shattered, Thousands and more gears recompose Her new flesh. More and more perfect, Less and less human scared. Her black mirror obsessed me, Her fnord commands me. Pull the plug, disconnect the connection. All the emotions are gone, Only fear remains. Waitin' detoxication. I feel like a driver stuck in traffic, Waiting for the final destination. Waiting for death I'm totally addicted, I'd like to defend myself, For the siege of the machine, The touch of her cold flesh Onjects in me hallucinations. She controls me with her frequencies. This is a slave-existance. We are all puppets of the black mirror. Isn't it horrible ?

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025