A Disease for the Ages

Til' the needle finds the vein The drug hits Eyes grow dim Deconstruction, purified Sublimation intensifies Habit hardens veins Softens the bleakness Softens the bleakness a marker for disease A hole where we leak out of existence A long lingering in my throat As all life's blood drains away The body suspended in the dark Bitter gall hiding like organs In a jar blackened and grinning Twisting and contorted tipped with poison The malodorous mix of bottom feeders Crawl from the primordial soup stunted and deformed Flesh eaten to the bone eaten from the inside Bones crushed crushed to dust Nothing escapes but poison The body radiates violence a parasite of thought Deconstruction, purified Sublimation intensifies Habit hardened veins Softens the bleakness Deconstruction intensified Softens the bleakness All life's blood drains away All life's blood drains away Habit hardened veins All life's blood drains away All life's blood drains away Deconstruction sublime

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 24, 2025

The blackest of organs lying on the floor throbbing and glistening full of deep bitter wants Dirty blood trickles gushes then torrents flow down to the gutter where nobody knows It clots and hardens under the weight of these mouldy truths Crawling down its black throat All mangled and devastated It festers and decomposes Colourless odourless Without nourishment Its taking hold the pain the narcotic Cutting through the spleen Severing devouring everything The pain of it ploughs me over Frothing heaving sucking the air from my lungs A shelter for maggots Intoxicated rancid distorted sleep the worm vomits vats of despair Twisting shapes from thin air Damaged cells lying everywhere Crawling down its black throat All mangled and devastated It festers and decomposes Colourless odourless Without nourishment

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 24, 2025

Anesthetized sleep Just conscious of life Collapsing around Us in grainy pieces A rare alchemy of sea and stars explode It mesmerises me What we have known of pleasure was nothing The frenzied passion, it strangles, suffocates But the space intrudes, malign and ruthless A hundred years explodes in that half moment Stepping outside the temporal load time unstuck For this is the peak the moment time slows down Where gravity disappears from the vacuum Blood rushing through ushering the rays of chaos Everything becomes non linear, an endless space As shivers creep down my spine all else in waves In the conscious hour the hour of none I feel it tighten round my throat As i strangle out whats left poisonous veins bulge the residue of pleasure My skin it crawls with the primeval rush Its strangle how the mind can twist Wave upon demented wave just like a pulse Poisonous veins bulge with the residue of pleasure My skin it crawls with the primeval rush... Wave upon demented wave just like a pulse To one vast chord of wound That already clots and stales In the darkest hour the hour of none The conscious hour the hour of none

There is something grey before the dawn something burning Bodies in their black bags consigned to the flame Bathing in the flame of a burning ache through my core As creatures we are trying to crawl back through the creation to the worm A holocaust the feral gene Deadly strychnine taking hold wrapping itself round every sinew What is left a burning seething mass The air dank with the heady odour of decadence Choking out the decadence leaves emptiness Scared with scars carspaces over the body Monuments to our destruction A mixture both terrible and beautiful The flames rise the pulse of primal existence The grinding repitition such dullness the edges seem to fade It burns away the black day gone

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 24, 2025

Emerge like a nocturnal organism fresh from its pupa Salivating, mutinous, a swarm attractant for the damned Connected to nothing Waiting for the next peak Sensory excitation Muscles twitch Excessive compulsion Nerves Cauterised Treacherous -insomnia Drained exhausted The soft underbelly Exposed destroyed Liminal time Tortures Crown (This is where)the definite made infinite Without physical beginning or end Cathartic sublimation dilated longing Everything seems blurred at the edges The nothing gushing past in relentless torrents Destroying the source the anti structure we must vacate Pain with the poison pain the first horizon Disease nothing but the poison beyond all of them Such an elemental force we must bend to With the tempest of longing until we can take no more Weep not for it .....it is all the better lost

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 24, 2025