Tentacles of Whorror
Take wings at midnight Under glimpses of a uncertain moon Her thoughts become scarcely human They infest and cloud her mind And she longs for this rotting ill And the grim bolt of her king She waits in bestial desire To meet her mater's last words, "Do you think I would except just any soul willing to give itself to mine power... ...I torture and chastise you to ripen you for mine embrace... ...Taking wings at midnight!"
Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025
Your flesh is relic, your vessel obsolete The zenith of reality's hood Where infinity runs its course Deeply Satanic vapors seep once more inside Your flesh is relic, your vessel obosolete Your blood will stain your gold Beyond reason Beyond intellect Your idea of hope
Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025
From the land of loveless Knowledge born of darkness Mine forest burned to the ground Burned to the floor long ago Cutting the night from mine heart Basking silent in hatred Rinsing Rising Proselytized to the hatred Steal on the thiever Bearer of six hundred and sixty-six diseases Fuck, with the night, into mine heart Cut, with the night, into mine heart
Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025
Crush the dried petals of the rose that bore light Brandishing talons at the sun Yawning and empty the petals wither Only grayed stem remains Revive the silence that the stars will again shine Weep not for chalice And not for lurking inspiration But for relief from grace Finally within grasp Constellation
Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025
And again the sea of wasted wasted scent of Venus Venus casts down the decry decry tainted spice red red is the number of the spider spider's web rehearsed acidic acid creates the pattern pattern marked onto naked flesh and the flesh is now but grass tall grass that cloaks the serpent the serpent which births the stone the stone is inscribed with "law" but the "law" conflicts with virtue and virtue sheds a thousand tears tears upon which you trample and drown becoming again serpent
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025
A collision of violent jagged stones of dead beach and soft pale flesh and brittle bone The sun sets over the bloody scene Her screams of terror roll off the shore Where once she bathed her fragile skin in the sun she is now penetrated by demonic force Stones grinding her flesh to pulp, leaving her unable to run Spilling cunt blood on the waves, water runs it's coarse In every orifice there stabs a stone In every cut she bleeds to death In every orifice of her own she watches her last breath Crushing her beneath it's jagged edge Splitting her open so violently The many stones plummet upon her flesh Beating her Silently fucking her A vicious beating of rocks and stones Hardened earth takes her Pounding thrusts crush her bones Serrated edges breaks her
Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025
Fear steals a voice The price paid for dreaming This is the cloud that lumbers across vision A canopy of paranoia threatening light at its sting Visions of existence appear and recede for isn't it the end that makes passion rise And isn't it the during that raises the chalice of tears
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025
Hovering just above blind earth To join with her mist Some never never embrace Reach and grasp this frost bitten heart Stench and smoke bellow from under Dispersed in dark womb of night This gleaming harlot reflects the magician And the child's horns mirror hers Longing to travel with she Skinless and away Head thrown back in defiance Belly thrust forward Grotesque A vagina full of feverish visions And the foud fiend peers from behind her eyes A whore
Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025
Christ is lowered needing thoughts to exist A wicked time is at hand This tone your holocaust And virtue is for the dead Cold cacophony surronds you mind Trade slavery Bloodied, chained, and dying Freedom is a vice of your mind Born of idiocy Amond mountains of wispered lies And the trails of the foe
With the fate of muse unsure Assumed ambiguous in rust You depart toward death and war So obedient Back turned to the winter You fashion this direction Still The bleakness will not Submit
Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025
The eye sight scrapes back and forth against the frame of death mask slit The mouth gurgles forth a black matter thick and putrid Naught ears detect the rattle The hissing crackle of time Space The vessel convulses in rhythm with torment and space Space The air cuts the skins Force now under Bandages hands tear and pull at the chest cavity Screaming all the meat away In a epileptic frenzy Searching to not exist The feet wait silent In a pool of excrement and blood And still the mouth gurgles forth A black matter thick and putrid
Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025
Sorrow rains down Hatred reigns now If Satan be mine only audince So shall it be Misfortune Ailment A curse Cave scorpions across thy lips A curse As I cut mine flesh I send this to you As I bleed As I heal I send you the misery of existence A curse I see your stink Cunt Suffer
Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025