Empress / Abscess
Ignore all your instincts Embrace utter hubris I can’t control this situation Add it to the list of things you despise Including my inability to empathize It seems that we’ve reached an impasse A rock and a hard place I’ll choose the latter I was born there Arterial brilliance Splurting like liquid gold We are intertwined Like a vital artery Wrapped around a tumor Shuddering wet In darkened soil With all these questions you’ve been posing My response is cold silence Stop complaining Sick decline
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jun 28, 2026
My tongue aches Heavy with echoes Slick with apathetic drippings I could force a sound Push words through my teeth Watch them flutter like wounded insects Only to sprawl twitching on the ground They will not survive We cannot survive And in my death throes With my dying gasp You will misunderstand Weakening my impact Bludgeoning resilience I offered tender flesh You brought your heavy hands Occupy my time Hollow out my bones till they crumble Scraped too thin Marrow dribbling from your mouth We are all museums of flesh and fear Exhibits of failure and false light She is an abscess Masquerading as an empress A sparrow passing for an ibis A sacrifice of bruised skin Draped in silk Damp with stomach acid And foreign sweat Nails cutting into palms Ripping trails down your neck Jagged map of no man’s land Where I’d fear to tread The journey is a lie There is nowhere left but further down
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jun 28, 2026
What I wouldn’t give to tread over Apollonian lines Leave them whispers of dust amidst Dionysian laughter Your discomfort alone would make it so worthwhile As you petition blindly to a sickened choir I will fashion the blade to help you spite your face You are entirely misguided You are so goddamn malignant What is it that you want? I wish to end your sad whimpering with a bang You are an altogether new kind of trigger warning I wouldn’t cast on anyone You invented the art of jumping the gun A mass of pleading fat and bone Lacking muscles and a spine You must have consumed your twin in the womb Didn’t you? How impressive
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jun 28, 2026
Mistakes I’ve made Traced in blood through fresh snow Carving paths of decay Senseless repetition If these myopic eyes won’t cease their endless wandering Then I will pluck them out Feast on the spoils of treachery My victimless crimes For all our heroes were wrong My lack of impulse control and wealth of festering need Had left us chained to each other Dashed on the rocks Disgraced by the sea All of our heroes were wrong Face me I’ve wasted years with invertebrates Railed against reason Akratic atrophy The idea of redemption is insulting But you know that
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jun 28, 2026
I struggle to abide Time gnaws at my neck Shudders down my crooked spine Traces circles with her acid tongue You are the weight I carry in my lungs Drawing in air Coughing up crimson dust There is dirt under my nails and blood in my teeth Every day when I wake is a fight from the grave Buried alive by ghosts each night Beaten awake by the sunlight I am glad there is no eternity I sleep in the hope that shadows will find me All I want is quiet A place to wait it out Until the demise of the earth in volcanic ash Or blankets of ice Burn it all down
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jun 28, 2026