Inanimate Existence
Single • 2022
Rancid stench of the rotten one permeates, Wreaking of decomposition. From beneath the dirt, Now unearthed and crawling up onto the alter, Fighting to break from the roots Detaining the beast. Risen from below, Struggling to approach, Shackled in the vines. They try to pull him into the underworld, But the animated corpse continues toward me, As they peck the features from it's flesh. Rancid stench of the rotten one permeates, Wreaking of decomposition. Upholding the mask, Holding me and standing up onto the alter. Fighting to break from the roots Detaining the beast, I am all that's left of your embodiment. Look what they inflict upon our body now, How long will you let them feed upon our flesh, And defile the gift we've been given? Like the swarming of fowl they tear away the skin of the sarcous undead holding me High above his head. The creature adorns the mask that has imprisoned my soul within its construction, Disincarnate, my severed spirit and this mangled carcass Coalesce and join as one. I inherit the wounds and once again I can feel the torment, But this time I welcome the pain. They try to pull me into the underworld, The unholy wraiths continue toward me, And they peck the features from my flesh.
Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Nov 10, 2025
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