Euthanasia of Existence
Empty veins, bruises on my hands, weakness and empty veins... Calling for help...trembling hands, fear in my eyes Oh, to escape, so hard, it hurts, get a doctor. Help. No, it won't come The clenched throat spitting out phlegm and life Ever so shorter, ever so faster Too much, too strong. It hurts. Tears flow and the nose bleeds The drip counts down time which does not want to fly The heat and the pain. The vastness and boundlessness of the white sheets. Oh, to escape. To end it all. No. No? You must suffer Why, oh why? I never even laid a finger on anyone. Suffering. Life There are no words. Doctor, I need help. It hurts. Fuck off Blue and thin, without help, without hope. Alone, alone, alone... A summer night in a death house. Longing. Longing...so detached from life I will come to you, mother...it hurts It hurts so bad...fuck off They don't give a fuck...Bulging veins. Too much They won't come. The Grim Reaper will. In a while... So sick... In a while...
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Jun 21, 2026
Pull it out, take it away from me. Enough. It hurts so much...oh, how it hurts... Pull these tubes out. White poison seeping in, keeping me alive I don't want it. Enough. So weak. Defenceless Defenceless. An old defenceless child Oceans of sadness over the old quilt. Help. There's none... Trembling hands covered with blue Covered with a shroud of shivers (It) hurts so much... These eyes have no strength to cry anymore Too frail. Don't be ashamed...frailty knows no gender Out of this world. Pray for me...I'm so afraid Strength is leaving...summer is leaving... The night. It's coming... Switch it off! Dry tears are flowing... Too long. Incarnation of suffering... Switch it off! I don't want it anymore... Silence and solitude... I see my mother in the distance...
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Jun 21, 2026
Portrayal of damage, a lost identity Hope's all gone, feelings drowned in monotony of ignorance Hidden in emptiness I have nothing left! Alienation and defeatism... I'm drowning deep in the hazy depth of the streetlights I dream without sleeping, rotting leaves under my feet in this rotting life Fed up with dreams, tired of memories I drift away Find me, set me free from doubt and futile despair I want you so much! I want to sleep, only then I feel nothing... Fading memories quenched with pouring blood Wounds that will not heal A call without reply, lost in the deep darkness Suffering does not hurt anymore, it's an orgasm to a battered soul Sleepless nights, armless days wiped with a heady drink I don't need you anymore, the rope you give me brings no salvation Another bottom of a bottle will drown me without regret...
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Jun 21, 2026
Not yet...I won't let them touch me... A life locked in my body, enough suffering it's had. An escape into the past... Old dreams. The children were small. No more children now. Only illusions and endless heat. And numb limbs No more children now. No more hope. Only the long beard and old tattoos Dampness, mustiness, drugs and piss. The scents of desolation. The scents of departure and end The end that never comes. No. It doesn't come. Too weak. Too feeble...too feeble... For departure...for greeting the coffin. For the end... Of the suffering Still not. On and on. There's no end. Howl... A sleepless night. Tramadol, Ketoprofen and Valium. The heart is pounding... Will you not fall asleep? What happened? No, it's not coming... A sick heart and a sick soul. Vegetation. A plant and blazing thoughts... Without help, without hope, without death. WITHOUT DEATH. FUCK Take me away from here. Take me away...a weak breath. He won't take me Suffering. It's not a joke Suffering. It's not a joke...
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Jun 21, 2026
Leather restraints. The wrists hurt. They hurt Cut. Fresh wounds torn in the attempt to escape Tied down. A living carcass They don't care. Another night in the bonds of heat Send me home, home, home... NO, NO Give me some vodka, a cigarrette Give me relief. NO Give me food. NO. You can't I'll pay. NO The cage of existence Buried alive. Misery and thorns Helpless. Helpless. So fucking helpless... Leather restraints tie you down to life To get away, to escape. To cease to exist The invisible bars. Leather and supple They squeeze the arms, they squeeze the legs. They don't suppress the life Suspended between two worlds. Between excruciating pain... I'm not dying NO
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Jun 21, 2026
Weary thoughts, tired body. Uttermost fatigue. Green lost its smell, beer lost its taste Lack of inspiration? Are you going to say that, too? Fuck off I will be gone, sooner or later. The alcohol still works for now The music plays, I smile, it's so good to cease to feel A step beyond it all, to my own paradise. My haven. It's safe You will rot in your dilemmas, and I won't be here anymore You pathetic swine. I'm no longer here I haven't stopped loving, I haven't stopped seeing I've ceased to live Eternal spring has come outside your little worlds...
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Jun 21, 2026