HissThroughRottenTeeth

Deaths a lesser evil than this Utmost foul, the milk from thine teat I can feel the dread as it touches my lips Cradle to the grave, now doomed to exist Deaths a lesser evil than this Mourn with each breath Gasping lungs constrict with sour air Stillborn of existence Life loveless, unconditionally The mother miscarried me unto life Postpartum despise Empty my wrist by knife I curse the light Existence and pain are one in the same The mind is all but willing The body is fucked The bounds of flesh insulting Vessel burdened by the gift of life Flowering fourth in growing pain I exist without my consent Existence and pain are one in the same Gasping lungs constrict with sour air Stillborn of existence Life loveless, unconditionally Existence and pain are one in the same Utmost foul, the milk from thine teat I can feel the dread as it touches my lips Cradle to the grave, now doomed to exist Deaths a lesser evil than this The flesh is a prison The mind is all but willing The body is fucked Flowering fourth in growing pain I exist without consent

Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026

Chemicals revolting, carving canyons into my conscience Waves of melancholy washing over my mind Isolation overflowing, I drown inside I’m welling up in fright Cold fills beneath the skin What would it take to taste the sweet release from Seething in bitterness? [stain my lips] I loathe in vivid red For fear I’ll see true colours These cries will dry unnoticed As though these tears were sand Cynic but I’m laughing out sheer frustration Sadness overwhelming with salted eyes Longing for the looming annihilation Dopamine depletion “I swear I’m fine” We loathe in vivid red For fear we’ll see true colours These cries will dry unnoticed As though these tears were sand Heavy the head that bears its weight on broken hands These cries will dry unnoticed as though these tears were sand For every moment’s a bitter pill to swallow After the curse of life only dread will follow

Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026

Failure of flesh Depicted in ironic dread Absolved of nothing Atone in utter existence We all rot in the garden of flesh Bloat divine in reeds of nothingness Swallow the bread and vomit the moral Forced into flesh, they consider this normal? Imperfect minds, bio-illogical mess You too will rot in the garden of flesh Mass of mistakes, writhing as utter waste It pulls strings in your chest In an attempt to take you with it We all will rot in the garden of flesh Nothing more, nothing less we all cease to exist Created in its image Referenced from a broken mirror Condemned genetically, inevitably forced to slither Place on a crooked path and forced into the wrong direction Mark the sign of the cross this is now heathen season And as we kneel on the bed of nails all is forgiven So long as all of us are obedient Communion granted only under command Privileged punishment promised in salvation We’re much too coward to piss upon eden So spread your legs, accept the crucifix Rosaries choke just like a noose Sadomasochistic fuck us to submission Failure of flesh Depicted in ironic dread Absolved of nothing Atone in utter existence We all will rot in the garden of flesh Nothing more, nothing less we all cease to exist

Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026

Vomit upon morality You can starve when your always consuming But you can drown in the glass that’s half empty Paint me envious in greed The grass is greener where the sun doesn’t reach Most are afraid of what they reap We line our pockets with the blood of the meak Unblinking eye, shake with your hand while your tongue rattles lies While licking teeth, prevaricate while you spread your disease It’s getting harder to identify my DNA Surely the lines that blur between are not same In an attempt to seperate my life with from tragedy With pick and spade in tow I bury my humanity Blood thickens to the thin the stain We’ve left in our homes, we’ve left on our souls You can starve when your always consuming But you can drown in the glass that’s half empty The grass is much greener, where the sun doesn’t reach It’s getting harder to identify my DNA Surely the lines that blur between are not same In an attempt to separate my life with from tragedy With pick and spade in tow I bury my humanity

Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026

Silence, it’s deafening Cut the atmosphere that I’ve ingrained Within my cold and rotten soul There’s only hell to call a home Render this vessel 6ft deep And pray you kept me on receipt We live in a house of wax We melt and we collapse So flammable doused in gas It can end at the strike of a match Reveal the cracks now all that’s left Has smoldered into ash Praise the mother of endless voids Opens her mouth to produce white noise Dark liquor eyes, she’ll surely drown on what’s lurking behind Father Time has made a fool of me Inside, the child dead in me Fall into empty arms A lack of heart to scar Falter; failure of family You’re all as good as dead to me Failure of family Let tragedy stain this slate Make an orphan out of me I am longing deep in my bones for a sense of total normality But a cancer weaves through my soul attaching to my anatomy Only red can save me now Lather me in dread as cries resound Execution emancipation Tragedy Incarnate, Let me stain this slate Praise the mother of endless voids Opens her mouth to produce white noise Dark liquor eyes, she’ll surely drown on what’s lurking behind We live in a house of wax We melt and we collapse So flammable doused in gas It can end at the strike of a match Reveal the cracks now all that’s left Has smoldered into ash Make an orphan out of me Silence, it’s deafening Cut the atmosphere that I’ve ingrained Within my cold and rotten soul There’s only hell to call a home Render this vessel 6ft deep And pray you kept me on receipt

Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026

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Lower, (lower) lower than south (Than south) Lower than hell Follow humanity to the casket Fill the grave with tepid soil Reflections gleam in gaze with a glancing spade Poison stains the wells of waters Gutters filled, the limp slumped over Puncture our veins [until we’re leaking grief] I’m no longer masquerading, I feel alive More human without heart, I grin as my soul departs Circling the red stained porcelain With a stomach full of serpents eager to feed they hiss through rotten teeth Arms met across a muted chest Bereft of life Bereft of life with pennies placed upon our eyes Lower than south Lower than hell

Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026

[Bury me in misery No soul to hear my eulogy] Swallow until you choke on all that’s hollow Into the grave you’ve buried shallow Stuck in the dread that surely follows In cycles born of death Dress me in black And place a rose upon my chest Dress me in black A crown of thorns upon my head Hacking at the tendons until the blade breaks on bone I would swallow razors and smile through bleeding gums Fill my lungs with nausea and pray my breath makes me choke I can feel it tighten suspended, I swing from rope I wish the earth to be my open casket No soul to weep in pain A final sour resting place As is born so is slain We all mark a grave A rotten garden pushing daisies A thirst I cannot satiate The crypt it makes me salivate For eyes roll back into a head A eulogy now left unread Before these wounds begin to scab I’ll rub these gapes in salt and glass Just to remember what it’s like To feel a moment spent at rest I can almost taste the flooding of formaldehyde This spineless vessel never felt alive Hacking at the tendons until the blade breaks on bone I would swallow razors and smile through bleeding gums Fill my lungs with nausea and pray my breath makes me choke I can feel it tighten suspended, I swing from rope Swallow until you choke on all that’s hollow Into the grave you’ve dug that’s shallow Stuck in the dread that surely follows In cycles born of death Dress me in black And place a rose upon my chest Dress me in black A crown of thorns upon my head I wish the earth to be my open casket No soul to weep in pain A final sour resting place As is born so is slain We all mark a grave A rotten garden pushing daisies

Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026