The Tenth Sub Level Of Suicide
There is no light for you... ...at the end of the tunnel.
Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025
Your self-extinction suicide be thy name horrors blind to the dove shit on your blind and feeble innocence hovering over your false courage ghost hope and spent charity clinging to human frailty forces grind into your dove a faith is lost you bring with your scriptures and when you kill yourself come visit me many spirits gather here.
Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025
Perseverence through this rite of purgery leaving your shit planet behind coldest of hells hatred of this world hatred of this life the eyes of spectres which call to me infesting every moment invincible insanity unlife not meant for here never ending the sound rope creaking in mine night the eyes of spectres which call to me reflecting every movement to die "come with us you belong to us kill yourself you deserve this."
Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025
When the winds come down cacophonous and vast the crude skull whisper the creature blackens same and a thunder coils to clear a path mine soul blackens free now, mine vessel is but dust with a luminous clap now thunder this thunder mine heart blackens true.
Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025
Contamination numbness throttling in the blackened river of time and insane swallowed again drown again and deranged parasites and a metallic green odor so full the emptiness aimless withered scales decorate its skin and its falling away twist and writhe serpentine treason and peril thrust down the kill its eyes gaze animus are again as before dead except the eyes treason and peril.
Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025
Hidden in plain sight uttering unheard volumes a soliloquy of the shadow darkest broad day-light cut through deep now set it free cut through deep from these depths the gift and chalice pain must be the course I must have this don the horns and the skull pain is the path.
Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025
This track is instrumental.
Winds whip past the hull screaming through straight to your heart the scent of your weakness excites this metal I will meet you with war ignious links hiss as the winds arise searing fear into your heart the scent of your weakness ignites this metal charred remnants of foes past bitter taste of ash your whimpers feed the flame the scent of fear and searing flesh I will meet you with war.
Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025
Nucleus extols ice a black cloak of night-shape powers before the beyond becoming the tomb of the sun lifeless burnt-out sphere now frozen to black and ice is wept by the sun stifled by crystal universe arctic pitch black pyre of this sky no more lifeless burnt-out sphere self destruction universe.
Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025
I bid the body farewell slumped down and cold history a voice to drown out taken in mine own hand a blade, a rope, bitter poison climb into the nil realm beyond mortal pain poison coursing through the veins and all is end dripping pain as fire puncture this vessel with metal drift out and onward tenth rung of a ghost climb from the murky depths a final consciousness slumped down there cold and history now comes invisible poison courses through veins on fire a throat crushed closed puncture this vessel with metal flesh gash release.
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025