A Tangled Web of Despair
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Sickness and morbid fascination, my fingers probing the edges of my wounds, peeling back the congealed dermis, revealing the suppurating flesh beneath A study in self inflicted pain macabre thrill I cannot explain now flows blood, my sinews strain soothing agony comforts my brain I have got desire to feel the ecstacy of wounds that never heal body lacerated with cuts that never heal constantly re-opened to my ecstatic thrill intrigued by my oozing, pus filled blood gently trickling into a crimson flood Scratching away at a weeping scab creating a fresh wound with a stab Study the beauty of puncture design self mutilation, pleasure divine sensations numb my mind gratification of a morbid kind cutting my flesh, nails bite deep mucous pus from old wounds weep Pain, lust scream, pus cut, bleed suffer, cry die, die study the beauty of puncture design self mutilation, pleasure divine
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 11, 2026
Study your life and you’ll see what has come to be. It’s a waste, fucking disgrace of mortality. Don’t you sometimes wish that you didn’t exist? Despair, anguish; it must get better than this! Happiness is just not meant to be, be like me, revel in your misery, accept your sadness with dignity, the fate of all humanity. You are to blame, for your own pain. Life makes no sense. Worthless existence. Embrace life in it’s futility. Numbing core of nullity Life burdened by stress. Existences worthlessness Why waste your time? Pointless struggling to achieve; the views much better down on your knees, looking up at impossible dreams no-one wants to hear your screams. Lower your voice to a pitiful whine, wear with pride the yellow down your spine. Of your heart create a void, accept defeat or be destroyed Rejoice in your sorrow Another bleak tomorrow Bask in exquisite misery Accept no sympathy Bitter sweet the SUFFERING Crush the dreams to which you cling Destined for a pitiful fate You wallow in your own self hate.
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 11, 2026
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Amputated Limbs, sewn in grim sprawl Backstreet abortions, nailed to the wall Tapestry of entrails, plasmid veins protrude Flesh clinging skulls, acrid stench exudes Open topped decapitations Internal organ woven decoration Rancid muscle tissue riddled with flies Vein laced membrane studded with eyes Chorus Modern art from body parts I’m the artist and collector Grave thief beyond belief A grisly dead-faced spectre Desecrate and violate Raw materials from 6ft hole Fresh heart torn apart Sickening art is my goal Intestinal tangle, putrefying pus Tissue-thin skin daubed with mucus Splintered bones and colourful rupture Vertebrae and rib formed structure Digestion system turned inside out Vocals chords wired to scream and shout Sinew and skin peeled from the bone Souvenirs of death in my home Chorus Umbilical twisted mother and child Shredded flesh composition wild Brain sutured to rancid stump Vomited guts in mouldy clump Collage of kidneys, liver and spleen Weaved to depict acts obscene Capillary pictures intense detail Blood drained meat, beautifully pale My latest work of art Oh so beautiful, so complex and so inspired Faces delicately peeled from the skull And sewn to form a frieze of features A frame of fingers makes a bony border Oh who would dream that such artistic fancies Could be formed from flesh
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 11, 2026