Mind Trap
The world is a carcass Entrenched with philosophies Knowing why or how or when is just more rot on the corpse It's embarrassing Growing decay, always growing decay Harbinger of ammunition Deceived by the rituals Fused together in frustration Hidden inside, the source of the fears Shaving layers away to expose the collapse Nothing was sudden, it had to be fed Then nurtured by our own birthright 'Round You feel yourself turning 'Round You feel yourself turning 'Round You are another layer of slime In the sewer Which part doesn't feel like a lie Constantly degrading Much of this repeats freely in your mind One of many The world is a carcass Chided for disbelief Questioning truth or lie or not is just more rot on the corpse It's embarrassing Growing decay, always growing decay Growing decay, always growing decay Harbinger of ammunition Sound the alarm to attract your peers Deceived by the rituals Fused together in frustration Hidden inside the source of the fears Shaving layers away to expose the collapse Nothing was sudden, it had to be fed Then nurtured by our own birthright
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jun 30, 2026
Knife Torn is the flesh, bloody red Torn are the guts until dead Torn between killing again Torn from the living, there is pain in the end Helpless, dying heap on the ground Stabbed in the head, flailing around Begging to stop, the screams were so loud Removing the skin while still alive I was forced to flay her And save the face for later I was forced to flay her And save the face for later The blood-soaked epidermis was peeled from the skull A violent harvest preserved to atone Facial displacement with a blade that is dull Inhumane butchery she suffered alone Blood Torn is the flesh, bloody red Torn are the guts until dead Torn between killing again Torn from the living, there is pain till the end Helpless, dying heap on the ground Stabbed in the head, flailing around Begging to stop, the screams were so loud Removing the skin while still alive I was forced to flay her And save the face for later I was forced to flay her And save the face for later
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jun 30, 2026
Human scars - they burn the earth With their plots subversive Greatest minds - dissatisfied Seeking independence Exit - leave the fools and the mystics New Earth - the inactive abandoned Imitate life - counterfeit Deceptive life Human clones - replace the old Bereft of rumination Greatest mind: machine at heart Becoming God through time Exit - starve the fools and the mystics New Earth - the inactive abandoned Imitate life - counterfeit Deceptive life Reactive life - counterfeit Creating life Generations of convincing Cowering in the burden of eyes All it took for man to crumble Was to have God‘s disappointment Observe Report React Learning To reason Adapt Man subservient to tech Slaves to their creation, made Greatest mind: machine at heart Becoming God through time Generations of convincing Cowering in the burden of eyes All it took for man to crumble Was to have God‘s disappointment
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Jul 21, 2026
Niceties aside, you are fake Watching your lights dim to keep up the facade This self-indulgent illusion that is the place called home Helpless ones applaud; you just take Built in the pressure, klinging to the threads of fame Sanctimonious rabble, I’ve watched you unfold Your father the giver, punishment in the cloak of failure Your father the giver, verbal obfuscation The suffering of the betterment The suffering of the betterment plan Vitriol in silence The suffering of the betterment plan Old and bitter eyes, scanning prey A lifelong disease has caused your skin to leather Elderly, self-righteous Devil, married to your vices Manipulating smile from the snake You have no true friends, only those who tolerate Weak within the absolute power, a withered garden of time Our father the giver, punishment in the cloak of failure Your father the giver, verbal obfuscation The suffering of the betterment The suffering of the betterment plan Vitriol in silence The suffering of the betterment plan
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jun 30, 2026
“Power lust is a weed that grows In the vacant lots of the abandoned mind.” ** Born unarmed into this world - beware Don’t let your Self begin to corrupt Formed without wing, fang, or claw - pacified Living in a senseless world without a mind Your reality runs on a battery Charged by only thought - originality Mind = Tool Mind = Weapon Thinking has become a distant pastime In between blocks of immemorable grey Doomed by mankind’s first hammer-blow All was lost to their creation Born unarmed unto this world - beware Weak minds that prey on weak spirits Formed without wing, fang, or claw - pacified Living in a senseless world without a mind Your reality runs on a battery Charged by only thought - originality Mind = Tool Mind = Weapon Thinking has become a distant pastime In between blocks of immemorable grey Mind - Tool - Weapon
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Jul 21, 2026
With the scent of decay - malice Fills the cup with pride and a paranoid psychotic Individual writhing bent on disharmony Installing the blade - tragic Ribs now separate - insurmountable pain Liquidating the life spark simply put initiates my obsession Comfort due to elation Elevate this human through release The blood - the screams The fatal certainty The stench - surreal This lifeless ecstasy This lifeless ecstasy Hatchet - Hammer - Mallet - Gore Inflicting open sores Hatchet - Hammer - Mallet - Gore Inflicting open sores Hatchet - Hammer - Mallet - Gore Blood - surreal This lifeless ecstasy The stench -the screams The fatal certainty The fatal certainty Hatchet - Hammer - Mallet - Gore Infinite dispatching of mankind Inflicting open sores Hatchet - Hammer - Mallet - Gore Infinite dispatching of mankind Inflicting open sores Hatchet - Hammer - Mallet Gore in the eyes - callous Murderous rampage that has only just started Nothing standing in the way, The blood on the ground looks like a painting That’s for available for purchase Societal design - manic On to the next victim, chosen totally at random Another form of birth decay Puncturing the heart which is the most neglected organ anyway Comforts due to elation Elevate this human through release
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Jul 21, 2026
The driver is asleep, in the backseat, calmly lying there like a wooden bat with nails driven through it. The road behind the eyes is beaten flat by years of traffic, seen only by the driver, who has been asleep. Fallen - into decay Reason - has gone away Minds frozen - with naught to say Our future - grim End of the line, progress declined All emotions subside Machine recital, motions aligned For the deaf, dumb, and blind Goals are no more, for money we whore Our bodies and our minds Machine recital, feigning as art For the deaf, dumb, and blind My voice betrays my outrage My voice divorces the path Timing is everything, timing is lost Recollections of the future show it’s dead inside Skeletons - all that remains - time has turned to dust Blurring the boundaries and the dulling edge of knives Mechanized and redefined - a bleak new world Timing is everything, timing is lost Fallen - into decay Reason - has gone away Minds frozen - with naught to say Our future - grim End of the line, progress declined All emotions subside Machine recital, feigning as art For the deaf, dumb, and blind My voice betrays my outrage Timing is everything. Timing is lost. My voice divorces the path Timing is everything. Timing is lost. Time has stopped.
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Jul 21, 2026
Look into my eyes Relinquish control to me The father figure that I’ll never be This fortuitous encounter Might be the death you knew was coming I’ve been the judge jury and executioner for countless people No one will ever have the lead over me… I enjoy power, endless dominion, a natural born Obscurer Look into my eyes Relinquish control to me The father figure I’ll never be With the hands bound The rope at the neck Don’t worry it’s just a trick I’ve been the judge jury and executioner for countless people No one will ever have the lead over me… I enjoy power, endless dominion, a natural born Obscurer Clowns can get away with anything Clowns can get away with murder A Clown can get away with anything A clown can get away with murder Hidden away in the crawlspace Unmarked Together we rot I’ve been the judge jury and executioner for countless people No one will ever have their lead over me…. I enjoy power, endless dominion, a natural born Obscurer That father figure I’ll never be
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Jul 21, 2026
With the best intentions we set up our roles Determined victims, hold the keys shaped like swords Hidden agendas built out of established molds Shy away in the face of choice, electing prison walls Fools - they put the daggers in their eyes With their plots within their plots Fools - perennial nightmare walking Blame! A child’s view Angle of the victim Gregarious for the digital drip Demand fruit, despite chronic neglect Shame! Fie on you! Starving for attention Given it all, and wanting none of it Demand fruit, despite chronic neglect Ghouls - stench of haunt is in their eyes Ignorance their second skin Ghouls - emotive vulture stalking Blame! A child’s view Angle of the victim Gregarious for the digital drip Demand fruit, despite chronic neglect Shame! Fie on you! Starving for attention Given it all, and wanting none of it Demand fruit, despite chronic neglect Bottled existence, outliving the old In a fury of another’s creation, blinded to the control Skimming from the surface, expecting gold Only when I’m dead, is when the hammer truly falls Blame! A child’s view Shame! Fie on you! Blame! A child’s view Shame! Fie on you!
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Jul 21, 2026