Abysmal

The world has turned and left me here, alone with nothing but my fears. I feel the stiff of age it cracks, mirror reflects just what I lack. I am standing here dying to be, to mean anything to anyone but me. I am naked now bereft of life's meaning, I am a shadow of what was. Plummet to sunken depths, there will be nothing left. Secrets of my being, are being from me kept. There will be no resolve, for this wreck of nerves. Cheers to the axe that falls, to the end that I deserve. I am standing here dying to be, to mean anything to anyone but me. I am naked now bereft of life's meaning, I am a shadow of what was. A shadow of what was! You are dead to me, I am dead to me. My pulse has stopped you see, the butcher's waiting meat. And for eternity, as Satan laughs, we'll burn forever, and scream abysmally! The world has turned and left me here, alone with nothing but my fears. I feel the stiff of age it cracks, mirrors reflects just what I lack. I am alone, I live alone. I'll die alone, beneath a nameless stone. I am standing here dying to be, to mean anything to anything but me. I am naked now bereft of life's meaning, I am a shadow of was! I'll try this noose on, just because, signed "Your Friend, Abysmally".

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 25, 2025

Incriminate, impersonate. All power to humiliate! Videotaped, duct-taped and raped. I’ll fool them all, and masquerade perversely, in your place. I prefer to leave the facial tissue, still connected to the scalp. A woman I am not, but flowing locks will surely help. Rifling through your belongings, gratuitous make up is applied. In the mirror I stop to masturbate, all while looking through your eyes. I’m you, sad but true, your faceless body to turn blue. Take a long hard look at yourself, and tell me what you see. Promiscuity, perversion of your sanctity. I’ve framed the scene for, forced pornography’s throes, you’ll see. I utilize your charms as bait. May you break a leg, here upon this stage. A posthumous lead! Your most adventurous, and controversial role. It’ll be our little secret, there’s not a soul that has to know! I prefer to leave the victim living, so the show they may endure. Hours moaning, slowly bleeding, chained unto the cellar floor. Imagining the thoughts you process, you’re reasoning with the insane. Abandon hope for it’s reattachment, gender roles now rearranged. Sexual atrocities, inheriting personality. You gave life so selflessly, so I may be new, falsely. I’ve lost a grip on reality, entwined in this sickening duality. The way you fuck yourself in mockery, unforgettable! At knifepoint I’ll ask a line of questions, and I’d sure appreciate the truth. It’s nothing I’d ever hold against us, merely research for being you. Incriminate, impersonate. All power to humiliate! I’m you, sad but true, your faceless body to turn blue. Take a long hard look at yourself, and tell me what you see. Promiscuity, perversion of your sanctity. I’ve framed the scene for, forced pornography’s throes, you’ll see. I utilize your charms as bait. May you break a leg, here upon this stage. A posthumous lead! Your most adventurous, and controversial role. To who’s acclaim, you’ll never know. They say the camera, steals the soul.

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 25, 2025

Amongst the perilous mists, formed of the moon arising new. The creature set upon us like a plague. Waist deep we proceeded, to be butchered in the fog. Strafing straight into the clutches, of the beast that Hell hath spawned. One by one, did they scream. Dragged beneath, the blanket of the mist. The mob is damned, born to lose. A sacrifice of human meat, to lycanthropic bliss. The wolf simply can't resist! Shots erupt, the strongest men are lost, as panic claims this throng. Who will hunt, and who will be the skinned? The elder evil wins! Where's our bravado now? The drunk and dead begin to pile. In vain we laughed and cheered, this night that spells our end. Flashlights are dwindling down, by earthly Gods we're disavowed. Plump sow apple in mouth, the wolfen's pending feast. "Above the law!", we declared. Now lucky if we're left, above the ground. Comb the wood, a child we seek. So little did we men know, that our end would there be found. I held my breath, as we happened on the girl, or should I say what was left. Father screams, uncontrollably. He's lost his sanity! Thirty one, closed casket funerals. Victims of sheer disbelief! Thirty one sent to the slaughter, to be without reprieve Dragged below sight, writhing in the haze. Like sitting ducks we are, in moments to be splayed. Where's our militia now? Our bravest men, a mounting pile. To think we toasted rye, this night that spells our end. "Above the law!", we declared. Now lucky if we're left, above the ground. Comb the wood, a child we seek. So little did we men know, that our end would there be found. Six feet down!

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 25, 2025

Is your very existence shackled, by an irrational fear of Hell? Terrified of suicide, but desiring death as well? Can't they see there are consequences, when will they ever learn? Every night seeing dead faces, of friends and family burn. No one will be saved! To the will of God enslaved, will I ever awake? I pray the Lord, my feeble soul to take. Can't they see there are consequences, for every push there's a pull? Each life a test impossible, to secure one's seat in Hell. Can't they see there are consequences, when will they ever learn? Every night seeing dead faces, of friends and family burn. No one will be saved!

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 25, 2025

To the ones that we've forgotten, and labeled as insane. In institutions rotting, secret mars of family shame. Bound tightly and injected, subdued by pill regimes. Suspended animation, pull the rug over the stain. Mistreated and molested, fed food not fit for pigs. If we're to call them human beings, why treat their lives as shit? No chance of contribution, to well-oiled society. Viewed as manure walking, wastes of very air we breathe. Rejected, disavowed, buried beneath our shallow smiles. What do they mean for us, and what do they deserve? Four padded walls, their coffins underfunded, understaffed. In a putrid squalor wallow, while the rich and perfect have a laugh. Sons and daughters, brethren and kin. Sisters and brothers, from pictures are trimmed. Out of our sight, out of our minds. Where is the kindness, on which this world prides? This is the coldest song, a voice could ever sing. It's destined to come out wrong, we've done the damnedest things. Oh, the humanity! Denial so disgusting, a life shackled rusting. And business is booming, we're vampires and should be ashamed. At birth found unequal, a real living freak show. Throw them in a cell, and forget their existence is pain. What a shame! A shrine unto torment, to minds deemed delinquent. Place holding placation, the voiceless damnated can't scream. Can you hear them scream? Mistreated and molested, fed food not fit for pigs. If we're to call them human beings, why treat their lives as shit? No chance of contribution, to well-oiled society. Viewed as manure walking, wastes of very air we breathe. Sons and daughters, brethren and kin. Sisters and brothers, from pictures are trimmed. Out of our sight, out of our minds. Where is the kindness, on which this world prides? This is the coldest song, a voice could ever sing. It's destined to come out wrong, we've done the damnedest things. Oh, the humanity!

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 25, 2025

The dawn has broken crimson, this day of defloration. Ironclad reclamation, across the frozen dale. Fearlessly cold dominion, our soldiers take formation. The tundra's desolation, some call it Hell but it's our home. We have to fight, there is no turning back. Our legions storm, ice covered fields. Our blood runs cold, endure our winter thirty fold. With vorpal blades imperial, into the white abyss we go. The advent is here, dawn of the Antichrist. They tread our world, on borrowed time. Pushed back amongst the shadows, disguised for centuries. The time is now to rise, and crush our christian enemies. It's time to strike, there is no second chance. Our brethren swarm, with sword and shield. It's time to die, for our christian enemy. To no law of mercy, shall we yield God, fearing blood stains, red the field. The conquest grows near, dawn of the end of Christ. Poisoned our young for the last time, to slay their Lord divine. Empire laden in frost! Ivory towers dipped, in crystalline gloss. My frozen kingdom, we are cold in the heart. Of glaives of ice We wield. White wolves of victory march. Resistance to books of fictions, insistence upon beheading Jesus. Pestilence for all believers, defenseless against the great deceiver. The advent is here, dawn of the Antichrist. They tread our world, on borrowed time. The end of christiankind! Empire laden in frost! Ivory towers dipped, in crystalline gloss. My frozen kingdom, we are cold in the heart. Of glaives of ice We wield. White wolves of victory march. The dawn has broken crimson, this day of defloration. Ironclad reclamation, across the frozen dale. Fearlessly cold dominion, our soldiers take formation. The tundra's desolation, some call it Hell but its our home. Hell!

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 25, 2025

We've come again to the end my friends, the winds of change shall swirl up a din. The beast is shifting shapes again, weaponized to the teeth while we grin. The years go by, in the blink of an eye, of an old withered man. Our dreams lost, to the sands of bastard time. What was our crime, but to exist? We'll be sent before the Devil. Hell we're on his list! Onto the gates of pearl, we piss our tribute. Open your flesh and, let the beast flow through you. Your abysmal heart! Black as pitch, and dead right from the start. This century, the nightworld is ours! That cannot die which eternally is dead, two in the place of a once severed head. Hydra of bone and its swirling dance, hypnotizing the weak in its trance. The years they fleet, like the words of the meek, in the face of the storm. Bear witness as this Hell is born. Unto this earth, we are their curse, we are the truth. If you seek eternal life, we are its living proof. The gates glided in gold, our blackened entrance. Open your veins and, pay the demon penance. Your abysmal heart! Black as pitch, and dead right from the start. This century, the nightworld is ours! Deliver us relentless, deliver us the damned. The dead we're still here, walking with blood upon our hands. Deliver us intention, deliver us the true. The movers of this world, who'll shake the very life from you. Onto the gates of pearl, we piss our tribute. Open your flesh and, let the beast flow through you. Your abysmal heart! Black as pitch, and dead right from the start. This century, the nightworld is ours!

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 25, 2025