The Isle of Disenchantment

There's a town somewhere inside someone's dreams A place where nothing is as it seems There's no record of it in any book For those who go (there) never return In this place, there's a fairground run by clowns, Controls the town Don't try to run - the clowns will come Many people pass through here as they chase their destiny They will stop and never want for things of life again The fairground it costs no-one, blindly inside they are drawn People driven by a call Come, come inside, come inside, come inside, come Like moths that are drawn to flame These people enter the grounds of pain From outside they see such fun If they knew how would they run What they see (is) illusion, blinded by this desire They wish to laugh and scream Welcome to the Carnival of Vulgarity It will reinforce the existence of evil in this world for them They will cry tears – of - Blood! It seems tame 'til they're chained By the clowns that are holding their kids They're led down into the ground Minds drowning in pools of fear Down they go, there's a hall Rowed with seats, they've placed before The overlord of the fair. He says this- "You know that you're going to be here forever. Your children will be used for breeding, to sustain the system. You will learn to suffer silently - for this is your fate." They are told their golden rules And guided to their new abode Used for the purposes of old, to attract the new Tied to rides and nailed to ferris wheels The pain it seeps, the screams so real.

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 25, 2025

The winds they chill me, flowing from beyond the woods, darkness approaches, moonlight will guide me. I take my cruellest weapons, for the fear of death, my journey will take me Beyond the realms of, humane society, to the village of Sodom! They will kill me- I am enemy I am their foe - they fear what they know I carry with me - something they seek An ancient sword - Revered by all In my journey - I have seen Many a creature - many a freak But the sword - has remained with me My mission - (deliver the sword) To my evil master, the hilt contains what he needs stones from another time, constructed by the hands of a demon. It was a thousand years ago, when the sword was created, a plan a thousand years old. All for the one known as - Satan!... I travel on into the night, no rest for I don’t want to die. My destination only a day away. The castle of the demon is - Waiting for me The future of mankind is in my hands, I carry the forces of the Armageddon, I will destroy the world in one foul swoop- It is - it was - me I am - Now I - Cant See what - I was o-r am I know - it is - time for me - to enter the realm It lies just ahead of me on the- path I follow In the earth's blood I will - WALLOW! And now I enter the masters lair, he calls me to his side, his skin has a certain coldness, his touch makes me churn inside, I hand the sword over to him, he accepts with a gleam in his eye, he thrusts the sword into my heart, I die a willing sacrifice.

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 25, 2025

Centuries ago in an ancient city, a rich young man dwindled in his own pity no-one cared - for what he said, inherited riches - when his father died no-one respected him - he knew this, they all despised his father's deeds, buying children - for his own use, slavery - and paid abuse, children he hired - for sex or toil, purchased them - from the poor. He stopped the business, with his father dead, no-one could forgive him, just hate him instead, now he yearned for power, what could he do he went searching for an answer, to the Wizard's lair he had to leave - the stone carved city enter the forest - of the wise and the lost, seeking the castle - of the almighty wizard willing to pay - whatever the cost. He sees something - amongst the trees in the forest a huge castle - with three darkened towers, runs to the gates - he's eager to enter - suddenly feels - very alive, the doors open - (a) voice calls him inside, lamps lead the man - to a marble staircase, seems the right way - so ascend he does, there is a doorway - he enters a room. The-wizard-stands-there-with-something-in-his-hands, it's a mask made of silver. "I-know-what-you-want"-he-says- "I've watched-you-when- I have been dreaming. Here is what you need to gain the respect - of those ignorant people, wear this and it will give you power - you have never before dreamed of. The man stood surprised as he listened to the wizard - he gave him ten pieces of gold in return, he ran to the city - with the mask in hand, he left the forest - into familiar land, he couldn't wait to try it - put it on as soon as he was there, burning anticipation - for so long he waited, he entered - the roads of his town, put on - the mask - excitedly looked around, it felt - strange once - it was on his face, as if - a transition was taking place, then in - an instant - something had changed, people - passing by - were not treating him the same, some were - even - falling to their knees, as if- he were - some kind of higher being. Suddenly he realised, there was something wrong, he then desired, to take off the mask, but then to his horror, it stuck to the face, now it was his new skin, he could never change. Then he knew, that the wizard had tricked him, he had traded, hatred for fear, now he would pay, for his selfish biddings, all he wanted, was people to care. He would have traded all his riches just to be liked. Now he will be ignored and feared for the rest of his life.

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 25, 2025

Waking in the morning, affected by your sleep, Your vision is blurred, you can’t feel your feet. Your body is cold, you don’t feel quite right, You cannot what happened during the - night You get off the floor - trying to stand, it is so hard. Your circulation, seems to have stopped, what’s going on? You feel your way - to wash your face- it takes forever On the way you fall down, straight onto something wet. It smells like blood, a smell you can never forget. You stand up again - you're nearly there But you cannot see - or feel your legs But you know you are close - living there all these years But now you enter, the room you seek Hoping that water will help you see You stumble across the room. The effort has left you weak. You search blindly and finally turn the faucets on, Underneath you hold your hands, Then splash it on your face Panic flows within- something's not right. You can only see from one eye - You think that’s because there’s just one. You turn around to find the mirror on the wall, The reflection makes you retch, "What the - fuck is Going - on here?" You scream. Then a memory from the night before Makes you look down at the gun on the floor Standing there with half a head You wonder why you just didn't stay dead.

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 25, 2025

Darkened waters, lying before me, many secrets, that we can’t see, a strange ferry, guided by a corpse, takes me to an island where I must - Survive! I cannot see, for the mist is too thick, the ferryman's face, rotting making me sick. As we enter the island, through a rocky cove, I can hear the screams of a thousand lost souls, they don't know where they are. Suddenly we stop at a wharf, made of bones and pieces of quartz, the corpse points to a distant light. I see fire so I head up the rise, the hill before me is so steep. I'm glad I've got claws on my feet, the path ahead is getting wide. I see a tunnel in the mountainside- I can hear them breathing as I'm pulling tighter on the chains that are wrapped around their necks, drawing them closer to the opening of the cave. They don't know the horror that awaits them. I hope that they don't die, before they reach the hole, by now - they know - that something is going wrong. I can feel my own heart beating faster as we get nearer to my home. The joys we're going to have with these mortals whose lives’ I've stolen. We enter into the murky depths, it's dim inside. I see - them there - the winged ones whose home I share. The twelve demons of darkness are staring at me. I am thirteen of an insane family, they laugh as they see the treasure I've brought. I have brought them one each. We lead them further inside, the time for pleasure has arrived. We take them to the torturing place, once they're inside we uncover their face, most of them nearly die at the sight of us. They were all pretty asleep when I took them from their homes, bagged them up and took them straight to the boat, we will use every piece of them with the greatest care. Their bodies will forever dwell inside our lair.

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 25, 2025

Have you ever asked yourself what is the purpose of life - Why is our history so unproven Why is there so many different stories of evolution Some may believe we evolved from primates But others say that God created Adam and Eve There are some who believe we were created from the soil. I say no to this We were created by aliens as was our entire world For them we - are just an experiment To be used by the aliens for scientific purposes They gave us - such desire - so we are - The creatures most likely to ruin our environment They created all things, equal in the beginning (but) throughout history, changed our psyches Now the human race has lost its every bit of dignity Killing fellow beings as many die in poverty Self obsessed people are the downfall of society Aliens are impressed by our suicide ability. -Bastards- Pulling on our puppet strings and Laughing as we scream and cry They are watching us intently through the darkened skies Picking us at random to abduct and take samples from They're recording our moves chronologically Think of all the things we don't know about life Like why our skin colours range between black and white Why are there different languages spoken in different countries Why do we hate our 'brothers'. We - all - bleed - red - So do the animals we kill, for our game and for our meal Why do we kill all those that we consider below ourselves What is with our society We are selfish creatures, that are controlled by injections From these dull eyed beings Those of grey are masters of our life We delude ourselves that we are in control We are simple lifeforms, we have low intelligence We are nothing more than aliens' pets We make aimless journeys, just to visit places we've seen In some glossy brochure or on a screen See the lights in the sky at night, what are they? You stop and stare, you are paralyzed by a blinding light Wake up- on steel, you are lying on your back Held down - with clamps, there's a machine above you Alien- device, testing the threshold of your pain Pierces- your eyes, with a fine needle Feel their presence, they're standing along side you Operating the machine, preparing more tests to go They do not have mercy, they see it as a sin They start to drill, inside your cerebrum - You - cannot cry - forced - submission - They force a needle into you and You drift back to where you were While they cut you finely and Inspect every part for contaminants That you've induced so they can make new poisons For the next human, on which they experiment.

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 25, 2025

Killing for the music and the music kills his pain-Psycroptipath Mentally he's screaming as his life drives him insane - Psycroptipath Judgement reigns upon him from those higher in the chain - Psycroptipath Urges burning deep inside to go against the grain-Psycroptipath They take it all away, those drones who control his life Programmed to deaden his soul, Those dressed in suits taking hold Masters of his life, though only nine 'til five, Day is just as the night, each day as it ends, it is only the start Returning from that place, he again becomes alive Enters a place called home, to rest his bones Turns to his music device, brings it to life It fills him- soothes his soul Hears the blast, feels the beat, soaks in grind - cleans his mind Echoes the scream, grips his seat, feels his heart-beat faster He's so warm-but unstable-his rhythms changed-a beat unleashed Something's flowing ten-fold when he does this every night - Adrenaline Over-active substance makes reality insane-Psycroptipath Blindly he's controlled by fluid flowing in his veins-Unnaturally Mentally he's swimming in a psychopathic dream-Psycroptipath Now a summoning, seduced by a stirring, revenge is his mask Feels the dark urges to kill, it excites him so He will not be calm, until he sees the flow Leaves his home and slips into the darkened nighttime, Prowls the streets intends to find some suited satans His moments of insanity are still directed Revenge is his motive and he knows his target He sees two demons - leaving their day-nest Their place for torture - paid for their pleasure Controlling hundreds - gods in the daylight A dark alley beckons - they answer its call His breath quickens - as does his heart Upon them in an instant, knife in his hand Reaction so slow - rips them to shreds Now their time - expired - they wasted life - dimmed lights - Now they're essentially - powerless Flesh carved from the bones, insides exposed Wished he'd heard them moan, he saw them bleed Now he feels so mentally drained, Flow has stopped now revenge is attained He starts stumbling in the direction of his home, His mind is in pieces but he still feels so complete, He must rest soon his body is weakening, Temporarily ruined by his mental state As he returns home his mind is back in reality And the judgement he inflicted is now coursing through his mind Turns in over in his head as he does this every night When he gets high from aural infliction of that pounding music He knows what he does is wrong though it feels right, But he will never feel guilt for in his mind - he is the victim

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 25, 2025

Living underground, away from society Never having to face your conformed reality A tribe all alone, living their own way Incredible below ground fortress Constructed by our own hands Five unknown generations Following an ancient plan We plan to live below until above is wiped out You who think you are going forward Are really going back Your plans for evolution will just be your demise Now is the time to realise you're all going to die We have gone against your ways Our existence is assured Our cavernous living space has what we need to survive We have our own growing rooms With naturally produced light We have a room full of animals To provide our meat There's nothing more we need We don't want your poison We worship our own earth god Created by the ancient ones The soil holds the secret to all evolution We hold ceremonies every day Worshipping the soil We sacrifice our nightly meal On the altar of dirt We have a point to work to To make our nation huge Make our home stretch around the world Increase our army too We must take over the world Make it our own, the earth we must control So you can't fuck it any more You know we will take away Your pathetic lives, and work to increase the productivity (of mankind) Try and set it right

Submitted by The Void — Apr 25, 2025

Tumbling deep into a darkened nightmare Unconsciously your soul lost in your dream You can hear the details of your dream told You are inside of a Labyrinth Lost within a maze created in your mind You know that you are not alone, you feel a vile force The voice you heard has told you, he is darkness borne Escape is necessary, or sleep you will For eternity you will dream your life What's outside, you don't know Who fucking cares, you must get out There is vines growing on the walls Ground opens up and through you fall Into another part of the maze Instantly you start your search again The sky above a dirty grey No clouds or stars, no lunar rays You travel on along the path so dark The vines are gone, now razorblades cover the wall The ground is alive, a lawn of knives Run side to side, trying to avoid - (Dream changes perspective) The slicing blades, his skin will tear The pain pushed aside, shrouded by fear And know he cries for help and salvation from this hell He falls down onto the ground Knives pierce his chest and face; body a chamber of pain The knives disappear. Entangled in chaotic torture Suddenly he hears an approaching beat of hooves Then a sword appears in his hand. He thanks god But in this place there is no god or saviour The evil is coming for him, now he must fight Sees a shadow getting closer. A cloaked figure Riding a dark steed, path getting wider, more room to die His only hope, the sword by his side The cloaked figure dismounts from his horse "You will fight me to the death", he says with glee Removes his hooded clothing, revealing himself with pride A rancid glowing demon, hatred in his eyes Takes his sword from the strapping on his back (Return of perspective) You stand sword raised, poised for his attack Sets himself and lunges forward You step aside, he swings around Blade flies again, slices your leg Unbalanced foe - cut off his head. He falls down, you have won Victory small, you're still trapped You cannot escape the maze, endless void You'll never awake. -Dreaming- Inside - the Labyrinth - Lost for - Eternity...

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 25, 2025