Sun Eater

I am staring at the Sun of the Nothing For I want to eat the visions of God Consuming the knowledge and power that radiates overhead As I slumber in a bed of vegetation and thorns leaving behind unease and dread I feed from pretentious notions and malignant demons through its rays For hell is abandoned and this single horror walks amongst our ongoing cliches My eyes, my perception - They seem to smolder and whiten For it seems that I have peered into the diseased display of myself I am the eater of the sun I am the destroyer of worlds

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025

I sleep on a cross for my madness I exist within a foundation of stone Encircled and smothered within bars of rust It all helps me rest within a confine of serenity Sealed windows and doorways feel like decrepit paintings on the walls Pieces of immovable art grow an everlasting flavor of neglect and dust An existence within a casket to bear the living My humble and delusional confine

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025

Finding comfort in knowledge of an enthralling higher power My transformation catalyzed from our continual encounters As I draw breath from clouds littering a synthetic sea I overlook how trustful we are. So simple, so damned naive I beg for one's own remission, simultaneously teething the flesh that breeds religion Transmitted whispers crawl into each of us and birth dictating monsters All creations encircling me are charades and impostors So trustful we are. So simple, so damned naive All comprehension I've discovered was all concocted to deceive

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025

I've come to an implausible conclusion That I'm bathing my hands with a refreshment of poison I'm indulging my thirstiness with an infectious substance For the bane of my existence is solely outlined to aid the breeding of ill and brainless Lather, rinse, repeat Gather, convince, deceit A global shift has commenced one gallon at a time Turning the masses into walking malignancies Imbecilic livestock with their numbers on the decline A world is carved from blameless blood Carving miles of trenches deep into the intellect of man

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025

I have found my face gnawing away at my own existence again It's feeding and medication on the ballooning hunger for a formulated religion For my Lord comes in a tiny capsulated form Restore prayers with inebriation - my dependency A substance helping me string And I must carefully weave my life in a destructive, spiraling transcendency These divine elements shine a light so radiant when synthesized A celestial antidote to cure all A heavenly impurity to alter what we know as God

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025

We socialize in the moonless pit of my own intelligence I'm suspended in space and encircled by mirrors Through my reflection things are becoming clearer Apparently teeth are beginning to germinate from the roots of my eyes I find myself wincing as they chew through my optic flesh Layers of teeth Dancing, waltzing their way out of my now punctured face It's comical in retrospect, I used to enjoy this Levitating notion of escape It's opening the gates to a newborn philosophy My deep seeded dementia embraced Hallucinogenic contemplations have become my finest friend

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025

I recognize a blueprint for madmen has been inked Inked within the skin of myself They've planted seeds and have been sewn into buried monuments They're entombed doomsday vaults resembling monstrous coffins A mind bending experimentation to reshape my everyday consumption they can see through the cracks To inject the soil in which I stand It perverts that of which I bloom Disease slumbers within the earth Blooming gardens of slaughter

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025

A landscape of mountains and filth floods my perspective Nightfall worms its way, mutating the air into a black mass of secrets It's alluring as I stand on the summit of self-destruction in all of its brilliance I have a panoramic view of my prodigal fate with a nose dive out of existence My untouched eyelids unlock in a pineal gland trance of blasphemy My cerebral matter synthesizes a sharpened warmth forming a kaleidoscopic ecstasy A fond farewell decent morphs to a stairwell of a hallucinogenic world Lost in a sea of illusions and alternate reality

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025