Growing Seeds of Decay
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That's me: less than zero, buried forgotten, facing burnt hopes My resurrection's just a fake, but a fake without an egoistic benefit Re-exhumed from shit, keep on living in it Every choice is a taboo Looking with blank eyes A phone will never ring Eyes fixed on the slipknot Soul tortured by temptations A figure without name lays unidentified I pray for dementia – forgotten in life Inhumed by memories, searching for the obliteration Stuck in the empty death I try to elaborate the falling ethics of the undead The corpse with a beating heart I'm the writer of my own obituary Dementia is my source Dmentia is my resort Suspended between saints and demons in a sick abnormality Embrace this new cross The loss of communication – speaker of false intentions Preservatives of false evils Every day of your life seems a step to the sun on a path built on insensitiveness My pain, my tears, my blood Drinking my own blood to survive to an enthroned vampirism Searching for the obliteration Stuck in the empty death, I try to elaborate the falling ethics of the undead The corpse with a beating heart, you're the writer of my own obituary A figure without name lays unidentified It's me, that unidentified corpse
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jun 21, 2026
Hidden words worst than hidden thoughts Unsaid means laceration Mind – the gap between pain, fear, and loss Cute buttfaces goddamned to win Asskickers suspended in their shame Apathy prevails: finally, who are the ones to blame? Moved by basic impulses Redempted by impurity, but I don't feel like a saint The right way's always the worst way I can't embrace him... Here's the new senseless revenge: when tears burn like acid I'm the skull under the Golgotha Instinct is for animals Carpe diem is for hellish souls God is for the ones in the most normal cases, apathy prevails I don't see the next degree Paralyzed during the next step Feeling like a shitty diamond in a pool of mud I know lots of potential killers Who did really rape my soul? Drinking your adrenaline to face the courage of being someone A career on the border Ashamed on the edge of the knife Waiting for the impulse, will gut my last certainties But everything is fixed in nothing when you choose of being nothing I want to be saved by divine art of blame! Some promises are like cheques – signed with lust and shame Two sick people used to devour each other Brain abserved to genital functions You feel you're on the top of the world, because you engage your life plan and people on your path are fucking tools I hate your blue, empty eyes The sight used when you love is the same when you don't care Self obliteration – meaning of salvation This life makes me ill, this world makes me sick Enjoy the growing seeds of decay Fucking impending doom Growing seeds of decay This world makes me sick
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jun 21, 2026
Losing everything Motivations Will of salvation The few steps to the arrival don't matter more Just little fears and fucking passions Link me to this world But I'm trying to stop believing in them Dreams are for losers If they're all in the deathrow And my tentatives of rebellion Were just a dream's inception Less than zero And the pencil fell on the empty paper While the brain was dancing the static waltz of desperation A new trap Losing again Becoming The monster You preached I'd become Are you happy now You fucking prophet? Every evil grinder's not a good puker This is now the final break... Dreams are for losers In the deathrow
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jun 21, 2026
Malattia Attrazione instabile Perversione inutile Perduto e bruciato e affascinato Dal senso di distruzione Del pensiero puro Di troie per fama Ne ho conosciute tante Ma mai c'ero stato dentro Lo sai qual è l'eterno tormento? Il sogno recondito di ogni sfigato predatore? Insengare a chi scopa a fare l'amore. Un gioco sadico fondato sulla tua redenzione Sull'illusione di quello che puoi imparare Missionario Gesuita che converte il tuo cuore La follia ha mosso la perseveranza in questio folle progetto Vergognosamente sottomesso? Indissolubilmente legato A una categoria che ho sempre deplorato Perché io fra tanti? Restan solo ricordi di follia, illusione e rotte speranze Realizzare il sogno recondito di ogni sfigato predatore Provare a scopare quella che tutti si vogliono fare Aveva mosso in moto il motore del cuore Tremendo_Osceno_Vergognoso errore Tremendo_Osceno_Vergognoso orrore Sadico chirurgo che scolpisce il corpo dei pazienti Mutila l'inutile per il proprio ardore Sfida la sorte Sfilata di moda Sfilata di morte Mostra come gioielli i futuri promessi sposi Oscena bigiotteria Affamati Isacchi Indegni al sacrificio Sognatore che aspetta il proprio turno Ferma volontà di redemere Disilluso - prevale quella di sopprimere Ormai so che sei troia Deploro la tua razza Ubriacati dello sperma di chi credi ne abbia l'onore Ormai so che sei troia Mi vergogno, ma lo ammetto Sei il turpe manichino che m'immagino quando mi smanetto... ...ma tanto, ormai, ho smesso...
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jun 21, 2026
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Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jun 21, 2026
In this world it's easy making a choice But it's hard keeping it real In trap again 12 months in my self-made cage Under they eyes - Under their control But I hadn't enough strength to testify my faith Justified suspicions In a little space of time But for human parameters 12 months are too much I know what you lived I know what they lived I know what I lived I miss what I need They try to eat my poisoned flesh And they feel sick God, can you fill my void? God, can you hear my voice? Planning the perfect escape Pulverizing all my sins It's something just for me No-one's allowed to help me So conquer all my freedom But I want IT Are you The right one Or the single case of my fate? Your sadistic devotion Is the congruence of motion Of electricity - cunt - emotions And I'm still undead And you can see me Every time you want No-one really loves me No-one uses dedication For me, keeping safe my own attention Circumstances are not for ever And this is the key But I'm laying undead Like a big pile of shit Don't try to eat my infected flesh I'm still laying undead They try to eat my poisoned flesh And they feel sick God, can you fill my void? God, can you hear my voice?
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jun 21, 2026
Death_Imperfection_Vomit I puke when life's near death and in death there's no salvation If I realize the imperfection And vomit Is speaking in my name Three certainties: death, imperfection, vomit Forever in need Of something Not present in this world You were all my infected dreams Living, confronting, fighting, Facing pain everyday: I asked me why? For long time I fed an illusion Yesterday, the conclusion A kiss † With love's taste A kiss † With bloody taste Don't you know you have the fault For my own decay? A kiss † With honey's taste A kiss † With vomit taste I walk in the beaten deadline To insanity Open hunt † Open cunt Erasing a superficial past Could be easier But you arrived to resurrection And you don't care my limbo Searching a big never-ending sleep Too similar to death With this empty device It could be easier But the damnation of the awakening will remain Open hunt_Open cunt_Open grave You've the gift of coldness I'm condemned to wait for centuries To realize to be honest with me To be ready to fuck and kill ... YOU I puke when life's near death and in death there's no salvation If I realize the imperfection And vomit Is speaking in my name Three certainties: death, imperfection, vomit ... infected dreams
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jun 21, 2026
Vacuous retaliation... die! Vehemence, irreverence, no respect, use once then forget I eat you, I tear all of your thought to materialize it in your head in a mental tumour! Use my shadow for the ghost who'll disturb your worried dreams Use the rest of my skeleton to create new paranoys, the old ones are in your life Betrayed by a stupid, inseminated demon Memories uncleaned as fog to defecate other false tears I asked you please don't disappear, stay always as you're here Ready to build a new, perfect fable in a sick world of imperfection I've asked you to die with every dead body that I see every day Uselessly crowd our life Tomb... Unhuman cry... after a long year of depression You're keeping on feeding the process of putrefaction of your damned, lost soul You can't dose love as a venomous liquid to kill your toys To kill your toys... Unfortunately, you're born dead Reborn one million times in my head everyday, and my mental chainsaw makes justice for me If I say to me something about you, my head will not survive decapitate the future of time will not be a crime Seek her! Kill her! Orgasm of a perverse soul... Magic illusion of retaliation Icelandic landscape will take care of us, souls and feelings will die in an ethereal fire... So butcher her... We use our legs to play an eternal blast in a brutal death metal band called life, to spit your corrupted guts Rotten souls can just lick the drops of decadence and live for an illusion brought to the extreme Mental vengeance = vacuous retaliation
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jun 21, 2026