Eternity's Gate
Drifting in a psychotic state across the black seas of infinity Fear of the unknown causing insanity beyond control Black spectral vomit's changing its shape Particles joining together creating a new entity that's immortal and uncontrolled Projections from a psychotic mind: ephemeral delusions and impaired insight Confinement within a refuge for the demented Isolate and passivate, cure from insulin treatment "One of these days I'm going cut them into little pieces" Tied to the table, an ice pick passed through the top of the eye sockets Frontal lobes ablated experiencing a flattening affect Get born again
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Disruptive morbidity of my soul Deprived of sleep by mind and body, can't foresee any hope This cursed derelict body, in unbearable pain Unable to function in these depths of misery Descend into desolation And meet me at eternity's gate While being eternally damned, why must I eat? I have lost all my blood and my organs are gone I feel like a living dead Why can't they see these worms gnawing on my inflamed skin The feeling of unreality and being dead again Is this just a dream, when will I wake? I cannot see and I'm unable to breathe Release me now from this sempiternal misery It's feeding on the throes from within On the anguish of my insanity Enthralled, beyond perception Into transcendent misery Can't you see I'm not alive
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Your existence within this "formicary" Inside a tube-like space, is consuming your mind and soul And this blurs your thoughts under the biomass Splintering your body across this concrete maze Personal dissolution Cutting through reality (Watching those) Marked by scars and scabs all over their bodies Observing the streams of our insanity The masters and slaves of acetic and mercury gods Are controlled by the need for constant stimulus Empty somnambulic shells Are drifting in trance states, unleashing hatred
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Dead people in your body bags Rotten, prepared for the ritual Rancid meat dripping of liquified flesh Ideal material for the sacrifice On your altar, built of tombstones and human bones Intercourse with purulent remains Ejaculate to spice the gift Plastic bag full of genitals Severed to please your carnal god What else drives the mortal than the ambition itself Your ambition is to kill for your own god Ruptured giblets full of flies Decomposed parts upon the altar Purified, but only when putrefied You feed your god, through your mouth The altar of angel fallen You live for it, and it lives through you Twisted religion based on pus and blood To please the insane god of putridity
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026