To Be Cruel

I feel dead take a swim in gasoline throw a match, might as well cremate my vision of you like a poisoned dog not playing dead it's dead oh no, that's the feeling I feel dead how can they do this to me? always in my periphery you're the reason all of you my eyes stab you to no avail hands on your throat but only in my head you're the reason, you I feel dead now you're boiling like my blood let's all die lets die lets all the horror of a smile, a glance or a voice throw that match I beg you might as well what if I looked inside? what would I see? your thoughts, your heart or your dreams? the blood, will it be clean when I drink? will it purify me? you're the reason, you I feel dead

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025

I'm going to take you apart It's alright, you can look away Your body is alive I can see the skin crawl Look if you want to You can look if you want I'm going to rip I think you should watch See while you can Yes, you're still alive And your soul is here It wants to fly Here we go Down Down Down We're going down It starts with a wince You can look away But I think you should see Under the skin That crawls The skin That crawls Small streams carry the light They mean nothing Nothing Now, down Down Down Let's see if there's more Down Down Down Don't look away Don't look away This is the part you forget how to breathe While you look at your lung While you look at your lung Look at your lung And your soul is here It wants to fly But there's no air Open your eyes We're going down There's a light in my hand It pulses slow Slow Look at the spark It's the very last Your soul is here But can not fly We're too far down There's nothing here Your skin crawls to a halt But not your soul There never was a soul We're going down, down, down We're going down Your soul is here But can not fly We're too far down There's nothing here Your skin crawled to a halt But not your soul There never was a soul We're going down Down Down We're going down

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025

Jamie, crawl Make something cry To face a face Kick something hopeless I thin, I thin to your haze Tear eye me crawl Look in the closet The things is a wall They stink all about pain, pain if they can If they could Under the drive way Look in your sour Look the rip heart four things Things all around and I still The faces are blank Stab off the voice Stab off the voice Stay the lives all time low Cry with me Cry with me Have you ever been cruel? be cruel? Block the legs of a spider The spider is us Flow under together The spider is us Ah! We're cry if we're gone We're cry if we gone The thing extincts a web of thing twice To be cruel Do I be cruel? Ah! Cruel time now I've mad, and how time now?

Submitted by SerpentEve — Feb 13, 2026