Must I Rot Here?

Never eat the brains You went and ate the brains Never eat the brains You ate the god damn brains It should be obvious, but I am forced to say it Sounds a little cliche, but it made you all insane Made you all insane Then again, it's best not to recall The civilized essence of all downfall Neurodegenerative gall to erase all experience So hungry, so desperate, so callous and cold Not enough to watch the chaos unfold We all heard a voice from the heavens untold "Eat the god damn brains" Then again, it's best not to recall The civilized essence of all downfall Neurodegenerative gall to erase all experience So hungry, so desperate, so callous and cold Not enough to watch the chaos unfold We all heard a voice from the heavens untold "Eat the god damn brains" Couldn’t learn to eat what you need Took from others in need Couldn’t learn what you didn’t need Hoarded things you didn’t need Spit out the food you needed Burned down the fields you seeded Realized too late what was needed Remove the head with the voice And don’t eat the god damned brain!

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025

It picked all the meat off of every bone Then flew back to the heavens to die alone Where purpose depends upon those who can’t know their own It watched all of its meals get sick from starvation Its ceremony of degradation Only existed for those who wanted it so Given time with rotten minds The meals succumb to despair Does not matter how They must take to the glorious air Noble sacrifices to their potential Does not matter how Does not matter how It saved all the eyes for last so they could see Its eyes were their mirrors to view their enemy Where vision depends upon those who can’t know their own Faults in the meals psyches begat lamentations Leading to spells of doubt and humiliation That could only exist in those who wanted it so Given time with rotten minds The meals succumb to despair Does not matter how They must take to the glorious air Noble sacrifices to their potential Does not matter how Does not matter how If you are lucky, you will be left with no memory Not scared, just alone and confused All the things you thought they did to you Will no longer be your muse Instincts will no longer consume you In ways that you are unaware You will die gaunt Not knowing what happiness is

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025

I’m afraid of the ocean Of creatures beneath me causing my demise Fixated on the notion That they can see me and weaken my eyes Sight only wants to survive Senses trapped inside the mind An abyss that consumes human kind Ability and environment unaligned Forever unaligned I am the creature that circles around me I am the water that it calls home I am the victim, the panic, the sinking bones The one who drowns alone A taste won’t do, I must consume My tragic compulsion to view you anew Leads to the creature that takes you under wave It all leads to I Footprints to the ocean seek to nurture the ruin Follow I’m afraid of the ocean Of creatures beneath me causing my demise Fixated on the notion That they can both see me and weaken my eyes Sight only wants to survive Senses trapped inside the mind An abyss that consumes human kind Ability and environment unaligned Forever unaligned I am the creature that circles around me I am the water that it calls home I am the victim, the panic, the sinking bones The one who drowns alone

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025

I hung myself above the written myth of fertile ground Gave the pages even less competition The sources of the words will never waiver or confound I saw the fruit, piled high, their derision You can still slit your wrists over the written myth of fertile ground You can hold your head high as all structures collapse You can hold your breath and hear all the once beautiful sounds Domesticated animals, happy with scraps Promises of grandeur came to taste of excess water and salt “You’re in the greatest of times again” “Taste my piss and I’ll place upon you no fault” “I’ll tell you everyone lives again” And all it will mean is some die early All it will mean is some are paid to bury corpses All it ever meant was that runoff has a taste It trickled down your helpless fucking face Promises of grandeur came to taste of excess water and salt “You’re in the greatest of times again” “Taste my piss and I’ll place upon you no fault” “I’ll tell you everyone lives again” Ask for dog piss Ask for blood You are privileged Receive fear As gratitude Wet, content visage You can still slit your wrists over the written myth of fertile ground You can hold your head high as all structures collapse You can hold your breath and hear all the once beautiful sounds Domesticated animals, happy with scraps

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025

Descend into an abyss Of perpetually unlocked doors A linear path of torment awaits Each entrance a disparate war Forward, behind Just constructs of the mind No home and no pearly gates Individualized terror, all one can find I see him there The static figure who insists on decay Entropy I fight myself There is nothing else that I can do or say Nothing I can do to be whole Exceptional kinesis Of the serpent next before my eyes The room too small for him to uncoil If he could I’d owe him my life Stronger, unkind Just constructs of the mind Hunger demands such a fate I once was afraid of snakes I see him there The static figure who insists on decay Entropy I fight myself There is nothing else that I can do or say Nothing I can do to be whole Must I rot here? I see no escape only demonic space Where entropy laughs in my face All jaws are agape, the predators shape Each form has a place as my mind decays All that lies dormant becomes ones torment Here agony allows no dissent Memories to efface become ones disgrace Where entropy has a face

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025