Withered Shades

Nailed to the walls The limbs torn from torsos With eyes turned to the ceiling The bloody mouth agape Vast monumental space Monolithic pillars paved with skulls Eerie cold and the stench of death From the walls of blackened stone Behold The banners of pestilence Behold The charnel throne, desolate Behold The beauty of vileness Unfold Within these silent walls Crippled and withered shades Of a decrepit beauty Sway solemnly Over the tapestry of rotting corpses Climb the stairs Kneel to the throne Breathe (breathe) the death-filled air And become one With the abomination This is where suffering is born

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 25, 2025

Trapped in a grave Flatlined I dwell Where there is no light. Trapped in a hell That shall be called “life” Buried in the box in my chest To burn eternally A passion silent, painful. The person I shall become maybe one day Waiting eternally for release, for relief Waiting eternally for things to change Waiting eternally for the world to end Waiting eternally Waiting for ages Waiting eternally For the pale face Waiting eternally Waiting for ages Waiting eternally to become alive Wonders need time But a human life is nothing. Nothing of worth, or to create That remains but pain A world that has nothing to offer But eternal darkness Willingly I accept the gift (accept the gift) Of endless suffering Suffering

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 25, 2025

Dance blindly In the gleam of the broken lamp The crippled nature outside Is mocking your wretched being The only language left Is coughing and sobbing The scars on the wrist Keep on itching Once you heard about God An abstract story unimaginable Such a graceful entity Can clearly not exist Endless sunlight Permeate me Suffocate me Burst my blisters Swarm of locusts Lead our way Through the ruins To the graves Collapsed lungs Bleached skin and empty eyes Toothless mouth and paper tongue Muscles limp and seedless eggs Welcome to our troglodyte legacy

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 25, 2025

To medieval tunes By the solemn river With pawns and jesters Swayed through the never Bleak concrete walls Concealed the coven Where the pyre was lit Where the net was woven Spring rain turned To summer flame It burned the roots And winter came Snow covered the fields Tiger lilies bloomed Limbs lay entwined On a soil doomed Your beauty left scars on me Even in death pain is with me The suffering that Heaven gave Followed us beyond the grave Now the wailing choirs Have soothed the seas The roaming clouds And the whispering trees Spring rain turned To summer flame It burned the roots And winter came

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 25, 2025

In scorn and pestilence... Leathery wings spread over me Orifice now pouring blood Violent throes in crimson cascades Excretion from a thousand wounds Yearning through infinity Obscene beauty in neon dreams Under a halo of worms Singularity is a void domain Abortion of another hope Rectal thoughts of septic icons Abomination born from bliss Hate is all that’s left

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 25, 2025