Meth Drinker
Eroding and failing Day after day grating Seconds my throat tastes like cancer Deprivation A mouth full of gravel Cataleptic paranoia Shackled down in a prison of flesh Abhorrent visions Tongue licks the blade Gruelling oxygenation Nothing but a respirator Churning staring Throat tastes like cancer
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Nerves stretched and burnt out Eyes shut in agony Dysphoria of life Congenitally dejected Body twitches violently Lack of basic faculties Bed ridden distaste for my life Unutterable woe Listless suffering Churning nausea Rotting in despair Incurable illness
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Feeble and withered form Clouded by smoke Open wounds seeping black resin A lonely existence Clouded by smoke Anxiety and dread rules Ganja mutt's final toke From bleeding gums And rotting teeth Abhorrent raw meat stench Calcined eyes stare pits of despair Soiled Fouled Slovenly Squalid Impotent and incontinent Ganja mutt's final toke
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
The war is not over The battlefields changed I am waiting to die Bodies butchered piles of meat Suppressed visions of war Malformed baby Nagging wife A ruined mental state No money got no food New York nightmare Where one torture ends another begins I am waiting to die
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Bitter taste of bloody stench Loss of all feeling Non-existent void of grotesque Shadow throbbing and clenched Body rigid and hooked Aching teeth bared and clenched Pounding skull realisation Skull and spine out of line Squelching of fluid Syringe in skull Blood matted hair The bitter taste of blood is still there
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Instrumental
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
A never ending corridor Windowless Vile smells of rancid oil and almonds Scuttling Running A fly trapped against A dirty windowpane Shrunken head Dingy flickering lights of utter panic Serrated corridor
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Deep in the jungle A quantum leap in stealth Semi-submersible narco torpedo Payload capacity narco torpedo Jay Bergman's fantasy Narco sub parasitic devices On the bottom of a ship's hull Tonnes of high grade Cocaine just waiting to be sold
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Weak at the knees stumbling over filth Flies buzz and hover in stench Eyes sting like cactus spines Poisoned blood circulates toxins Knees gashed on concrete Nails break clawing at grime The gutter is a place to rot Splayed and slumped Broken down and used up Rupturing of bodily sores Broken down and used up Malignant self hatred
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026