Everblack
The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down, in green pastures. He leadeth me beside the still waters, he restoreth my soul. He leadeth me in the paths, of righteousness for his name's sake. Ye, though I walk through, the valley of the shadow of death. I will fear no evil, for thou art with me. I watch the bitter tears, slalom down grief stricken faces. For a moments time I feel, I am the God of which they speak. Under the guise of anonymity, I masquerade in thrilling mockery. An erection juts begrudgingly, from twixt my silken sunday pleats. The coffin is sealed, face to go unrevealed. But I dare know, what lies underneath. Two bloodless halves, of a dark flower dead. Whose dream turned the nightmare, that dwells beneath our darkened beds. How pathetically, I broke her like a doll of porcelain. I found her primed, for a raping that could never be. In wanton fallacy, the temptress played deceiving, taunting, charming fools like me. Her silhouette, an hourglass, whose sands of time, would empty fast. A rose must remain, with the sun and the rain, or its lovely promise, won’t come true. Then call me the nightfall, the colder than death. A winter unending, that’s stolen her breath. Dead and famous, at last she’s made it. Her mangled face, haunting shameless. The death of peace, endarkened times. Crowned an immortal, yet stricken of life. The headlines read “Young Starlet, dead!” Drained of her lifesblood, and nourished with shit. Sodomized, defeminized! Silent, the victor. Vengeance is mine. In Hell she waits! In Hell, is where she waits for me. Seductress burns in sin, the succubus deceased. The funeral has ceased, you can all rest at ease. My desire be not, to kill again. I’ll now disappear, leaving legend to fear. So lock every door tight, from now until eternity. Dead and famous, at last she’s made it. Her mangled face, haunting shameless. The death of peace, endarkened times. Crowned an immortal, yet stricken of life. The headlines read “Young Starlet, dead!” Drained of her lifesblood, and nourished with shit. Sodomized, defeminized. I am the victor, vengeance is mine. I watch the bitter tears, slalom down grief stricken faces. For a moments time I feel, I am the God of which they speak. I, the Misogynist! Her crooked smile, my seal of hatred. Incarnate of the beast, the God of which they speak.
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 25, 2025
Goat of departure, on his back rides their shame. Antithesis of their, ivory christian chains. Fearful thee, ovis their weakened, hearts and minds. We are the Satyrs, of hedonistic kind. Less travelled is our path, laid darkly to the left. Footprint of Mendes, emblazoning our armored breast. Great bearded Capra, who towers over the land. A tribute to your magnificence. The feared sign of the horns, shows on our hands. Azazel, the damned ibex, swath of scarlet ties his neck. To the desert banished yet, our curse lives on. Embrace the glory the goat, worship the one who burns below. Heretic liberation of the soul, dispel their false salvation as a whole. Misunderstood our Lord, preserver of the horde. Footprint of Mendes, enchants our angel cleaving swords. Oh silvered Capra, taught us to fear no man. In your honor, we have gathered strength, to rid their aging falsehoods, from this land! We’ll fight their kingdom high, the burdened scapegoat cast aside. Like he has, we shall too survive, melding our powers undenied. Order of Ebon, we are his righteous blade. Reich of satanic rule, the iron might of Baphomet. Bringers of chaos, we are an Antichrist. Swing spiked morning stars, to crush his kingdom, our delight. Danse ye now, unto to the Satyrs lyre. Spring heeled devotion, to Hells eternal fires. Instinctively, to follow thine desire. We should ashamed not be, preservation of the will is key. Embrace the glory the goat, worship the one who burns below. Heretic liberation of the soul, dispel their false salvation as a whole. We’ll fight their kingdom high, the burdened scapegoat cast aside. Like he has, we shall too survive, melding our powers undenied.
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 25, 2025
Dense dark forest, dismal fog, a spectral force perverts these woods. Flights prevails frantic escape, the unearthly horrors, at each turn they wait. Wandering roots, they creak and move. Slithering toward, what mortal life intrudes. Terrified eyes opened wide. Ensnare her flailing limbs, to the earth they are tightly tied. Raped in hatred by vines of thorn, by the Evil Dead to ribbons ripped and torn. Raped in hatred by vines of thorn, pierced from within, her child is skewered unborn. Raped in hatred by vines of thorn, twisted in halves in this gruesome tug-of-war. Raped in hatred by vines of thorn, flora possessed, suckling the gore. Untamed Kudzu, green cocoon, trapped inside her flesh, their food. Death prevails, gnarled roots entwine, syphon the marrows from her splintered spine. Animate trees, shuffle their roots. Gathering around, this late night rendezvous. Murderous orgy in full bloom, her screams they cut the fog this night. On sheer terror the seedlings thrive. Raped in hatred by vines of thorn, behold the wrath of the Necronomicon. Raped in hatred by vines of thorn, lancing her womb, the child inside is gorged. Raped in hatred by vines of thorn, broken in two, entwined within the growth. Raped in hatred by vines of thorn, necrotized demonic spores. You brought this all unto yourselves, should not have tampered with this Hell. Opening the book, your last mistake, these haunted woods shall be thine grave. Raped in hatred by vines of thorn, by the Evil Dead to ribbons ripped and torn. Raped in hatred by vines of thorn, pierced from within, her child is skewered unborn. Raped in hatred by vines of thorn, twisted in halves in this gruesome tug-of-war. Raped in hatred by vines of thorn, flora possessed, suckling the gore.
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 25, 2025
It started as a child, when I first sought to flirt with fate. I’d lay next to the tracks, with arms outstretched across the rails. Daydreaming, fantasizing, of sparks and screeching brakes. The plumes of bright red gushing, iridescent in the sun. Adopt a life of struggle, one down, three more to go. Desire, amputation, leave me writhing in the limbless throes. It is deficiency I crave, I want so to be helpless, to inferiority a slave. A clump of breathing flesh! Free from extremity, now replete with nothing left. Disassemble me, limb from limb, what a treat. No more feeling incomplete, nor encumbered by this lie. My prayer is for calamity, merciful blades to sever me. Crippling, detruncating, immobile by design. Majestic ancient titan, swims proudly in its tank. I wish to slake its hunger, flailing my legs as bait. I finally feel complete, I am now whole. Superfluous gesture, an unnecessary art. Sacrificial offering, unto the gilded saw. Rid me of my shame, of what I’ve overachieved. My envy is the handicapped. Lord I beg of you, I plead. I plead! Wheelchairs and prosthetics crutches, all stimulus to me. My love beyond mere fetish, call it disabling. I’d waltz upon a landmine, feed digits to machines. Phantom limb masturbation, the only way. Disassemble me, limb from limb, what a treat. No more feeling incomplete, nor encumbered by this lie. My prayer is for calamity, merciful blades to sever me. Crippling, detruncating, immobile by design. Disassemble me, piece by piece, a loving feat. Body image incomplete, corrected by a knife. My hope is for catastrophe, a gangrenous Limbdectomy. Dismantling, dismembering, cut down to perfect size.
Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 25, 2025
My struggle for complete control, has transcended the boundaries, of what man has known. I’d die sooner than be alone. Welcome to my nightmare, feel free to make yourself at home. A world of prurience, salaciously I experiment. Driven by fear of abandonment, to lobotomize a dead stare in their eyes. No return from 213! Within these walls, I own your soul. Surrender now, succumb to me. Suspended in vegetative throes. Animated fuckdolls, warm bodies with holes. All pleasures of flesh I now own. Their past is forgotten, eroded from the frontal lobe. Kingdom of arrogance, hideously I am collecting them, one by one. No return from 213! Within these walls, I own your soul. Surrender now, zombie to be. My struggle for complete control, has transcended the boundaries, of what man has known. I’d die sooner than be alone, welcome to my nightmare. No return from 213! Within these walls, I own your soul. Surrender now, succumb to me.
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 25, 2025
Forgotten miles, below the surface. Through catacombs of stone, In moss covered tunnels, labyrinthine are the shadows, in which we do roam. In bondage kept the vessels, the living breathing beasts. Hosts to a meal most exquisite, the very blood their veins do keep. Herding them in, forcibly reproduced. Impatience to sink our fangs in deep, rarely transcending youth. A farm of human beings, inbred the speechless stock. Sightless eyes vestigial now, never to know the glowing sun. Shepard them in, violently consumed. In captivity so fearfully, to become this evenings food. Blood mine, feed on the weaklings. Blood mine, harvest this nectar of life. Blood mine, cyclic devourment. Over ages perfected, your earth is protected for now. Our curse must, be sated somehow. A secret best kept, underground. Destroy, create, manacled, skin grey. Vampiric we feast. The bigger the mortal, the harder they bleed. In bondage kept the vessels, the living breathing beasts. Hosts to a meal most exquisite, the very blood their veins do keep. Herding them in, forcibly reproduced. Impatience to sink our fangs in deep, rarely transcending youth. Blood mine, feed on the weaklings. Blood mine, harvest this nectar of life. Blood mine, cyclic devourment. Over ages perfected, your earth is protected for now.
Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 25, 2025
Every rope a noose, and each knives blade a truth. Each day greyer than before, unwelcome life, long in the tooth. Colors marred and queer, ambitions disappear. The walls of shame, are closing in. You’re fading fast, you just can’t breathe anymore. Can you feel, your skin yet turning cold? The Rigor Mortis is stiffening. It’s a dead life, in this cold dead world. So sink those rotten teeth right in, let the disease within unfurl. Wrapped in silence bittersweet. A trigger pull, salvation complete. Each stifled morn’ the last, coin to Ferryman passed. A tasteless tongue wags from your mouth. By plight of life, crushed in its grasp. Eyes of blind blink not, brought forth on earth to rot. Irreparably they’ve damaged you, an empty shell. You just can’t be anymore! No one can hear, your death knell ringing cold. Embrace your own insignificance! Pale skin feels paper thin! Weathered by erosive days, raped of all of its innocence. Unending waves of self-disdain, tormented an existence in vain. That weight which bends our spines, inherit ancient strife. Struggling to stay alive, as we anxiously deflate. Sheer madness fills our veins! Hell beckons with flickering flames, from ‘neath a headstone with no name. All that’s left to be is dead and free. Dead and free from this pain. Dead and cold, frozen stiff.
Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 25, 2025
Alpha and Omega, I am the creator. Deemer of all that shall be. Hypothesis human, destruction imminent. Transpiring accordingly. Alpha and Omega, the giver and taker. The paradox of life and death. The world is my oyster, my powers I bolster. I’ll gamble ‘til nothing is left. The human invention, created dissention. Disrupter of poor, Mother Earth. For my sick entertainment, I’ll ring that ole’ rag. Squeezing her for what she’s worth. Lo and why they worship me, their beloved absentee? Not even as their God, can the answer I find. Not just hands but a will, not just hearts but could feel. With such weight it’s no wonder they’ve killed, driven mad by the power I’ve instilled. With the hands to create, they could only unmake. With the potential to love, man’s emotion soured by hate. Alpha and Omega, the broken and breaker. I am the one of law bereft. How petty their prayer, an annoyance their voices. My goblet spills forth as I laugh. The human invention, evaded abortion. But’s damned himself, before his birth. For my sick entertainment, I’ll lend not a nod. Gawking from safety, in jovial mirth. Lo and why they worship me, their corrupted absentee? Though they’ve called me their God, there’s no truth I can find. More than instinct a fire, more than guts a desire. With such a burden, it’s a shame they can’t deal. Gone insane from insatiable will. With the eyes to behold, they only wanted a lie. With the potential, to grow unrestrained. They cast a bullet to promptly, put straight through their brains. Humanity, a notion poisoned, gone astray. Creatively paved their ashen ways, to early graves. Like the rats they have raced, in an endless gluttony for pain. Oh, I know that it hurts, your sadistic voyeur of a God is entertained. Like a high heeled shoe, crushing the praying Mantis form. To the taking of life I’ve been desensitized, by unending waves of unfathomable automated porn. Their life is a disease, I’ve created the damnedest of plagues. I await now their end with a most bated breath, remorseless I am for the monster I have made. Humanity, a notion poisoned, gone astray. Creatively paved their ashen ways, to early graves. Like the rats they have raced, in an endless gluttony for pain. Oh, I know that it hurts, your sadistic voyeur of a God is entertained.
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 25, 2025
Troubled girls a two, in pain like sisters grew. To release their Hells they’ll cut themselves, under fatherless roofs. Troubled girls a two, promiscuously screw. The hole within cannot be filled, a razor's wit will now have to do. They fuck on mattresses, stained foul the color of spilled wine. They sleep in emptiness, a deadbeat Mother's love desired. A void so chasmous, mutilation is required. A ritual in secrecy, in opened flesh they do confide. Beneath their clothing, hides a map of scars, freakishly carved. Between their puckered lips, a waiting lie, hollow inside. Harlots through and through, singing Nymphomania’s blues. Born with legs behind their heads, their tattered flesh they offer to you. Troubled girls a two, victims of a world so cruel. With blood they paint and masturbate, young angels marred in vilest of Hells. Taboo scars like brail unto the touch, keloid tributaries wind. When she splits her sisters skin, how it flows the blood divine. While mother is away, the girls will play, the girls will play. The Gemini of shame, the twins of pain to bleed again. Mutual mutilation, frenzied crimson masturbation. Endless cycle of depression, whorish sexual reputation. Bulimic chronic pill abusing, lying defaming people-using. Why should you go on living, you were born to feed the worms. Beneath their clothing, hides a map of scars, freakishly carved. Between their puckered lips, a waiting lie, hollow inside. While mother is away, the girls will play, the girls will play. The Gemini of shame, the twins of pain to bleed again.
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 25, 2025