Apertures
Instrumental
Submitted by johnmansley — May 09, 2026
Will you meet my gaze Through your bleared mucosa? Conjoined as we have become Daubed with cauls of phlegm The cloying residuum Of the mutability of the flesh The repulsive stigmata that mark us As damned Contagion ascendant Our minds are hollowed inside out By predatory thoughts That gorge themselves upon our memories And gnaw on the gristle of our sanity I feel their larvae writhe Beneath the fragile blistered skin Of gossamer unconsciousness Like a foul vestigial twin A tumescent psychogenic growth With agglomerated eyes This canker feigns quiescence But its pallid eyelids flutter Behold as it stirs from its torpor With a slack and toothless maw To distend the birthing sac Of a world that should not be You cannot unsee Your psyche’s abhorrent progeny Beneath the membrane of the abhumane Your dislocated eyes are open This mingling can never be denied Your mouth is always open You cannot unsee Your psyche’s aberrant effigy
Submitted by johnmansley — May 09, 2026
Instrumental
Submitted by johnmansley — May 09, 2026
The wretched innocence You chose to squander Is trodden down Into the dirt Over-ripened pleasures Steeped in guilt In abnegation’s mire A calumny awaits For the prey that squirm In the throes of their abjection The dissipation of their hopes Nothing is immune to this ennui Nothing Scoured unclean by this anaesthesis The numb aseptic bliss of dis-completion Nothing is immune to this ennui Nothing The essence of the blemish On flyspecked epidermis Nameless curvatures Dissimulating sensuality Disgorging disease The mark of the soiled Condemned as Pariahs Anathema, spoiled Drowning in dark And flensed by dismay Our weakening flesh Is afire with decay Suspended in a cataract of dark The grim viscosity of gods In the fathomless abyss Of intolerable formlessness Nothing is but skin on skin Alive with interpermeation Through black apertures of distended space Our bodies fall through yours Nothing is immune to this ennui Nothing
Submitted by johnmansley — May 09, 2026
Instrumental
Submitted by johnmansley — May 09, 2026
The truth is there To tear apart Exsanguinate and purge The scourge of being Insidious black light corrupts Disgorging spores that seed Our misery The ashes of those who died first A corrosive miasma that chokes Sears through the flesh of my hands And blackens my eyes and my throat The truth is there To tear apart Exsanguinate and purge The scourge of being Insidious black light corrupts Disgorging spores that seed Our misery In this pestilential mire Self-dehumanised and scorned My poisoned blood mingles with the effluent As I submerge myself in sludge In my heart I know As spoilage fills my eyes and mouth It didn't have to be like this This viscous tar of debilitating shame But the truth is there To tear apart Exsanguinate and purge The scourge of being Insidious black light corrupts Disgorging spores that blight
Submitted by johnmansley — May 09, 2026
Instrumental
Submitted by johnmansley — May 09, 2026
In the grip of recrimination I claw myself in spirals With sclerotic, failing limbs That cannot bear this burden On these abraded stumps Of amputated self Featureless and vague Like so much mangled clay Unearth traumatic truth Exhume these welted clods Severed shreds of memory Stitched disfigured guilt Embrace malformity Clawed free from the tatters of sanity A shrivelled denuded mind Charred by desperation Sear from my eyes These polluted visions Fear of the flesh That is my noxious prison Scarred and repellent The embodiment of loathing I cannot bear this form Vitiated husks Alike in castigation The homunculi of taint Bathe willingly in spoilage Black humiliation Corroding dignity The all-corrupting blight That coats my throat forever Deeper down Further in Darker depths Blacker sins Failure's weight Drags me down Broken willed Ashen crowned I cannot bear this form...
Submitted by johnmansley — May 09, 2026
Instrumental
Submitted by johnmansley — May 09, 2026
Shame is a womb Gravid with tumescence From which my stillborn future peers Blackened with grime A foulness unassuaged Bruised with cruelty and neglect Never dealt the true extent Of the punishment it earned Relive it now, the compulsion overwhelming The taste of ruination in my throat The greasy mouthfeel of corruption Malign euphoria of self-betrayal And all that I’ve learned Is that this will never end For as long as I still breathe A mannequin of filth Crawling with the larvae of obscenity Prostrate in abasement Unclean and abhorrent and vile Encaged in this wreckage The body and mind I defiled And so it shall remain The torment of embodiment The alienation of the flesh I am odium, indelibly disgraced And mottled with the pockmarks of reproach And all that I’ve learned Is that this will never end For as long as I still breathe A mannequin of filth Crawling with the larvae of obscenity, I rise I rise!
Submitted by johnmansley — May 09, 2026