The Dead Live On

Sometimes it comes to me in shape of dreams The sights things to come The corridors of blood All these wierd things in my dreams Fear of my mind is growing within me It comes more often now it never stops Visions of killing, pain and cries I cannot hide In my dreams the dead come to life I can't tell what's real anymore My soul is screaming for help I can still hear them calling me... When I sleep...they come to my dreams This one man...he laughts at me He's here to remind me to haunt me Again I see them and it's no fantasy They always come to me when I'm sleep With sights of what I've done From corridors of blood they're calling me I feel insanity growing inside of me... The one that I've dreamt of... Spread across the floors Headless, gutted, molested Surely dead, but yet they scream...no! It comes more often now It'll never stop The memories of what I've done I want to die Still I see...this man in man dreams Can't rid him...cause he is me

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025

Father, father, you made me a beast in disguise Mother, mother, you gave birth to a killer of man Urge to kill must forfill The sight of blood, what a thrill I see you bleeding and it makes me strong Tasting the rush of murder it turns me on I can't feel that what I do is wrong As I slam your head into the ground My hands are bloody now a smile emerging Please fight it... make it worth a while Father, father, no guilt no remorse in my eyes Mother, mother, they believe every one of my lies I can feel it coming near Now it won't be long I can smell it coming It's the end for you

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025

The foul smell inside this place Stench of decomposition There is no need to work in haste No disturbance does exist Every night I go outside Digging deep into the ground Digging for the dead A mushy one will do just fine I was born with this addiction Collected pieces stuffed in jars Rotten dead, they are all my friends Heard them speaking to me I thought this cannot be Words came from the wormfilled mouths There was fear but also excitement Keep on bringing corpses home At least now I am not alone In my head I hear their voices Every night I go outside Digging deep into the ground Digging for the dead Stacking my friends at home The dead live on Inside my head again they are living They dead live on My friends have turned against me They all say that they hate me Cannot live, they are all gone Blowing my head off with my gun There is a morgue inside my house I was born with this addiction Collected pieces stuffed in jars Rotten dead, they are all my friends

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025

Standing alone on an empty road Rain was pouring thunder roared I thought that she'd be an easy prey So I pulled over and took her in Her skin was wet and dripping - So beautiful and so sweet Yet she was unkowning this ride Would be her last I decided I would tell her that I had sentenced her to die, and out in the middle of nowhere no one would hear her cries I pulled into a stop tore her out So beautiful so sweet but now Her facial expression showing Nothing else but fear Pused to the ground I sat on her chest Hand around her throat Choked face to face With a crowbar it was done Her life cased so on The blood is all over I'm leaving her Slaughtered... Dead... She speaks no more An inhuman need to kill I lack compassion She died by my hands And then left to rot In death I found attraction She thought that I had made it up She thought it was a lie Now her blood is on my hands Just like to took her life Dead... She speaks no more

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025

I indulge myself the pain Strapped down to my new creation Searching for so long to reach my satisfaction I find pleasure in this pain Torture is my newfound infatuation It's been several days but it's only just begun Before this night I'll be dead and gone Hopefully I'll soon be dead this is the only way This curse called 'Life' is chocking me harder every day Pierced my skin with needles All these spies stuck in my flesh Cold steel slices my body A ten-inch-blade cuts into me Hurt me, molest me Ain't nothnig compared to being alive Burn me and stab me Torture til death then I'm leaving this life So many ways to hurt myself yet not found the one Sewn shut mouth sewn shut eyes Cannot scream cannot see It wno't be over till I'm dead and gone... Dead and gone Dying I'm bleeding my source of life is flowing from me This is my fate to be Exaggerated torment It's getting cold Tear me apart bleed me to death This is my fate to be exaggerated torment Exaggerated torment TOrn apart bleed to death I indulge myself the pain Strapped down to my new creation Searching for so long To reach my satisfaction Cold steel sends me into death Punctured vital organs No need for a burial, leave me to the worms Torment...

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025