The Dead End Experiment

The end for day has come, the night arrives it's dusk Right in between we dig our way outside To achieve the perfect match of black and white in mind Forever we're unleashed in disguise Vortex-skies rip out the sun Out of nothingness, here before and ever after Cosmic tides flooding the wise old significance Here before and ever after We are the sleepless ones The secrets of the seal in blackness we reveal Through balance we eytinguish all fear Vortex-skies rip out the sun Out of nothingness, here before and ever after Cosmic tides flooding the wise old significance Here before and ever after When the dream has overcome the limitations of space a blink becomes eternity The wishes for the sea rain inside to be drained, reversed and spread upon infinity The vault beyond is no more a doorway-shut, sharing the above

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 25, 2025

Waiting... Standing... Revealing me keys from my past With hands deadly cold and frequencies yet unborn I stare infinity, in a vast abyss I draw all hatred I seek the purity of thought in vails of sickness I dream the lands of dark mater in a restless sleep I feed the beast with senses inconceived Wailing... Creating... Preventing emotional murder To crash and merge misery and bliss I stare infinity, in a vast abyss I draw all hatred I seek the purity of thought in vails of sickness I dream the lands of dark mater in a restless sleep I feed the beast with senses inconceived Watch them, they're trapped in the cage of their own fake corpses Blessed not, condemned to relive their loathsome delusions Flesh seems to dominate with monarchy, although it greets decay, it yearns to fade away In constant visions of burial, bring dust inside the cage, bring dust inside the cage I stare infinity, in a vast abyss I draw all hatred I seek the purity of thought in vails of sickness I dream the lands of dark mater in a restless sleep I feed the beast with senses inconceived Watch them, they're trapped in the cage of their own fake corpses Blessed not, condemned to relive their loathsome delusions Flesh seems to dominate with monarchy, although it greets decay, it yearns to fade away In constant visions of burial, bring dust inside the cage, bring dust inside the cage

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 25, 2025

24 Januaries 24 triumps in madness Gathering all the segments of wrath to project the circle of pride on a wall of lustful, discreet emptiness and slothful distractions Reveal the dreadful acts of essence redefined 24 Januaries 24 triumphs in sorrow Always face the most relentless judges in my very own court I sentenced myself to death so many times that I became immortal Possess the crest to rejoice in continual rest Regress never aged, rotate to reform infinite rage Replace the waste with modes of internal arrays Progress in the maze to behold the infernal shapeless The gates of chaos opened wide, the infinite stairs above the cries of the undeserving, the crimson destination shall manifest the collapse, shall manifest the ascension Possess the crest to rejoice in continual rest Regress never aged, rotate to reform infinite rage Replace the waste with modes of internal arrays Progress in the maze to behold the infernal shapeless

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 25, 2025

Once I tried to arrest the shievering screams of the mind Paralysed with fear, devoted to promising acts so blind Dramatize all this flowing lust, reach the depths of splendor Ever-enchanting corridors spilling beauty in our dreams All of a sudden the scenery drowned into a lake of astral worms to claim their alchemy Regardless the consequences of tresspassing their resorts, we sing our putrid hymns to flatter their decay Driven through the scent of scars once defeated On the smell of sadness' frost still addicted Searching for the way to crawl through the nailed eyes Entering the cells of drones Once I tried to arrest the shivering screams of the mind I watched seas of myself devouring the waves of life, terrified I stepped out of what seemed to be the right reflection in the mirror All of a sudden the scenery drowned into a lake of astral worms to claim their alchemy Regardless the consequences of tresspassing their resorts, we sing our putrid hymns to flatter their decay Driven through the scent of scars once defeated On the smell of sadness' frost still addicted I watched seas of myself devouring the waves of life, terrified I stepped out of what seemed to be the right reflection in the mirror

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 25, 2025

It's another glimpse, another echo in the background where oblivion equals death, remembrance equals life Lucid awareness conducts this orchestra of dreams that surround and drill the cortex of existence Mirrors reflect only dead bodies When was the last time you saw a the Easter bunny over it? Mirrors reflect only dead bodies It is my fantasy, it is your reality When heavens' light has ended, the time is perfect for the march When darkness reigns in silence, the burst of life reveals the sight When pools of blood are empty, the elevation has begun Underground is the source, buried deep, yet so close And everything soulless flows in the sea of eternal loss The never ending descent to the sweetest void inside the coil, extends this bitter walk in the cold Mirrors reflect only dead bodies When was the last time you saw a the Easter bunny over it? Mirrors reflect only dead bodies It is my fantasy, it is your reality

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 25, 2025

Every time I scream, ever time I dream, the expression is the same All the things I've seen, all the scenes I've killed, re-appear in shapeless being To explore this scheme, to exceed in need, the reaction to fulfill As I'm drowning deep, as I reach the peak of the crystal surface That thing is there, watching Perceptive eyes, staring I have seen the rivers of a raging Santas workshop in the North Pole where the waters fall relentlessly and shatter the demise to the endless possibilities we're trying to perceive and observe the universal noise shedding into dreams Surrounded by infinite voices, but no faces And they speak of pain and they scream in vain They are dreaming in their graves It is time to leave, it is time to feel the internal impulse Abysmal truths, rising The cosmic gates, showing I have seen the rivers of a raging Santas workshop in the North Pole where the waters fall relentlessly and shatter the demise to the endless possibilities we're trying to perceive and observe the universal noise shedding into dreams

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 25, 2025

You thought you killed all the screaming birds It's true, the guard pushed them deep in their graves After all these years of noise effects it came collapsing everything to silence Still there is this charm, cast from the tombs of memory repulsions In this abyss of obituaries, I can't help but rejoice in bliss If it was not for these massive deaths, the brightest star would never get to shine Still there is this charm, cast from the tombs of memory repulsions Suffer all the way – Retrieve the spectrum of decay Suffer all the way – Where the deepest mountain lies Desensitize and carbonize the fragments of a thousand cries Desensitize and carbonize with utter ease and power supreme

Submitted by The Void — Apr 25, 2025

They were born on the feast of the weak They revealed the repulsion of things They were spread like a deadly disease They corrupted the chambers within It was foretold, it was imminent that tragic deaths would be held for them They were the children of the swamp Their sickness would be ceased They had no place to run Their resources had been sealed They were trapped in the fields of deceit They were fooled by a marvelous treat They were slaughtered with bestial conceit Their cadavers were burnt underneath Sane existence, sane collapse It was foretold, it was imminent that tragic deaths would be held for them They were the children of the swamp Their sickness would be ceased They had no place to run Their resources had been sealed Sane existence, sane collapse Their remembrance has withered Their extinction was not mourned

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 25, 2025

Everything slowly becomes a tortured parody over-depraved A canvas of quilt with no artist to paint the colors of dread The scary abstract themes return to feed the need To render the face of a boundless, incipient void Cease the silence of streaming, obscene mediocrity Eavesdrop the murdered silence Bleed the silence of hateful, erosive conformity Behold the murdered silence Fractals rise to swirl and devour all the blank seeds Mind flows strive and burst into the orbital fields of nil Why the teardrops anyway? Why the subway signs? Why resisting heredity? Why exposing the relevance? Cease the silence of streaming, obscene mediocrity Eavesdrop the murdered silence Bleed the silence of hateful, erosive conformity Behold the murdered silence Why the teardrops anyway? Why the subway signs? Why resisting heredity? Why exposing the relevance?

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 25, 2025

There's a line There's a line getting crossed Getting crossed really often And sometimes that's fine And sometimes that's sick And sometimes death gets dressed fancier than a little boy Set for unspeakable frights Draped in dark delights Twisted reverence Rise to unthinkable heights Feed this crazed abyss Twisted elegance Dressed in madness Sheer awareness Set for unspeakable frights Draped in dark delights Twisted reverence Rise to unthinkable heights Feed this crazed abyss Twisted elegance Did you see my clothes? To keep them clean would betry my rats in the cage But to drench them im madness... is something my grey little friends would approve Dressed in madness Sheer awareness Step inside the fragments of eternity Without regrets without compassion Fade the beams of disgusting compromise Zero the restraint in the shivering dream time

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 25, 2025