Tunnels to God

A bloated conscience, distended and swollen Fires signals like flares to merging nerve endings A moldering subconscious, like a lantern through fog shrieks through the current, overwhelmed with ruin Trepanation for future joys A world without fear Tunnels to God A wet bleeding hole within the time wound Irreconcilable existence This wet noise of unending need Chaining my soul to the in between Worse than hell Undefinable suffering: punishment built for the spiritually blind Crushing weight of nothing. Now a gift to all his children, the absence of non-existence Worse than hell

Submitted by Morgoth — Nov 15, 2025

Lightning on dead trees memory erased repeating notes on a grand scale A hammer set down; free from work to rust and decay and ruin for ages Alienated by everything Aside from my own shortcomings The weight of my mistakes crashing down in front of me A rubble home to shield from hell on earth Limited life in this rubble Useless error tribulations

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Nov 15, 2025