Nightbringers

You're locked in my sights! And it'd be my delight, to blow your head clean off the neck where it rests. As you'll see that I do specialize in a one-shot surprise. A sniper, they've called me the best! You'd suggest I'm a cold hearted man. Well, it's a cold hearted world! And besides if you'd open your eyes, there's always been demand to be met. Need someone destroyed, I'm gainfully employed. No mark is too sordid, no victim too close. I am Death! I profess I've a cold hearted plan to ingress from this cold hearted life. While the competition rests I am obsessed, exacting success one mark at a time. Killing is my business and at my business I excel. By silenced gun or silver blade, it's the shock on their face as I send them screaming to Hell! Succinctly my conscience is clean, though truly this work is a mess. To silence I've sworn, this heart doth not mourn. Emotionless, to no God I'll confess! Largely but a ghost to them, most won't see me at all. A red dot centered patiently where the spine does meet the skull, and they're gone. Killing is my business and at my business I excel. By silenced gun or silver blade, it's the shock on their face as I send them to Hell! Crimes of lust, a sworn revenge, reclaiming what's been lost. Adulterers, extortionists, all pains I'm paid to stop. They call me the widowmaker!

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 25, 2025

Adam enters sedated Eve beneath wisdomless tree. Deathspell of the beckoning of the serpent. Forked tongue wags as his mouth, it spews his wretchedness. A paradise of pain, an obscene Eden insane! Blood drips, near the base of his erection, down her palish thigh much to the satyr's satisfaction. Impart these burdens to all man, corruptively. Poisoned the apple shines in hand, so rottenly. The tree of life with noose in hand, horrendously. Divine insanity begins! Absurd, our innocence was lost, eternal is the cost! Transgress at the tree of good and evil, bestowing shame and guilt into the hearts of his created fools. All truths will be revealed! Mortality is sealed in God's name, it's believed that we should thank him when on this blackened day by his foul curse we were forsaken. Impart awareness to all man, condemningly. Luring temptation placed in hand, pervertedly. The tree of wisdoms deviant, in mockery. Conceive our blasphemy! Of God and Serpent, of Spectre and Snake! Shamed in our nakedness, forever we're the blamed. Of God and Serpent, of Spectre and Snake! One in the same are they, a fiend of many names. Pillaged hymen perforates! It sorely gives away, unto the blood engorged lust of sick humanity. Swallow whole the both of them, O Luciferian Snake! And so was spawned the soulless world, when foul semen met poisoned egg! Carnality unending, the torment is divine in this garden of delight. Depravity unceasing, eternity defined. Innocence left behind in this garden of delight. Slithering gold, majestic snake! Asp who would hiss one thousand lies. Coiling around the first created. Constrict them of their mortal lives. Of God and Serpent, of Spectre and Snake! Shamed in our nakedness, forever we're the blamed. Of God and Serpent, of Spectre and Snake! One in the same are they, a fiend of many names.

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 25, 2025

My jars, wonderful jars, each labeled, sealed and stowed. Beneath the cellar floor where not a soul would ever know. Preserved my sustenance to last the entire winter long. These jars, my precious meat, brined and pickled cuts of human beef. Row after row, a pantry full of enemies. Maintained and organized, a vast collection dear to me. Each one a toy of mine, I revisit them when I should eat. With zeal I recollect that very moment of their defeat. Salting and curing every piece for my flesh feast. In jars! Vessels immaculate, cylindrical and clean. Their heads in jars! The lightless winter months have gone straight to my brain. Know what I mean? Here in my solitude, fed by my stock of dead. Preserved in jars! Their facial features warp, the laughter never ends. My foe, I win! My jars innumerable, incalculable my pride. Trophies of my love to hunt taken to such egregious heights. Each one encapsulates a visage of that fateful night of those who have met their end by my ever still and sharpened skinning knife. Brown sugared long pig, what a treat. Obscenely orgasmic to eat! For this scrumptious family recipe, I've saved you a seat. In jars! Vessels immaculate, cylindrical and clean. Their heads in jars! The lightless winter months have gone straight to my brain. Know what I mean? Here in my solitude, fed by my stock of dead. Preserved in jars! Their facial features warp, defiled unto no end. Again I win! Row after row, a pantry full of enemies. Maintained and organized, a vast collection dear to me. 8-17-05, this collegiate girl did kick and fight. The next sow bled, September 9th, plucked from her tracks, out like the tide. In jars! Vessels immaculate, cylindrical and clean. Their heads in jars! The lightless winter months have gone straight to my brain. Know what I mean? Here in my solitude, fed by my stock of dead. Preserved in jars! Their facial features warp, defiled unto no end. Again I win!

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 25, 2025

Torchlight dancing on her chamber, a flickering throne of bone. Embedded in walls of cobwebs, entangled draping designs arachnid. Eyelessly her sockets piercing, a voice begins to rise. A torrent of backward screaming! The bandaging that wraps her bursting as her legs begin to part. Foul plumage of dust erupting, our lungs arrested by dreadful coughing. Her royal stomach bulbous bubbling bulging with undead life. A prayer to unknow and unsee these hellish sights. The halls of these catacombs, our wretched grave. Where we'll stalk the dark as undead slaves. A sentence eternally to painfully rot. In this skull lined tomb that time's forgot. Hallucination paralyzation, utter and complete annihilation. Queen of the restless dead spews forth! Screaming as were both eaten alive! Spider sacks erupt a million tiny princes pouring from her hollowed hull. Hungry for flesh! Cobwebbed mistress of ancient horror, the torch escaping my frozen grasp. Our end approaches carnivorous feasting, we'll feed her offspring. Consumed before each others eyes! The rancid fruitage of her ancient yellowed bones, had we only learned to leave well enough alone. The halls of these catacombs, our wretched grave. Where we'll stalk the dark as undead slaves. A sentence eternally to painfully rot. In this skull lined tomb that time's forgot. Chained in this afterlife! We're to remain, serving unto this curse of everlasting arachnid disdain. A hecatomb by the candle's golden flame, never must you utter her name. Hallucination paralyzation, utter and complete annihilation!

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 25, 2025

Why has God forsaken me? It sank its rotten teeth into my flesh. I screamed as now I'm one of them! The zombies poison flows, corrupting mortal veins. The festering wound won't mend my body suffering with pain. Face is sunken in, my eyes begin to fade. The pigmentation of my flesh erased and we're left. Counting the days, handcuffed to the bed. That look in your eyes gets worse each time. You cannot hide the pain that you feel. When seeing me this way, as good as dead. Rotting from deep inside, cold compress on the head. Temperature wildly fluctuates, teeth chattering without end. Appetite is lost, soon to long for flesh. The goodbyes yet to be said, fret not my friend because we are... Counting the days, handcuffed to the bed. That look in your eyes gets worse each time. You cannot hide the pain that you feel. When seeing me this way, I'm one of them. Why would God forsake us all? We're left to fend for our feeble selves. I scream but no one hears me! Tallies scratched into a wall of stone. In this Hell surrounded, but truly all alone. Counting the days, handcuffed to the bed. That look in your eyes... You realise you cannot hide the pain that you feel, as I fade into the grey! Counting the days, locked in solitude. The tears in your eyes get worse each time. You fail to hide the shame that you feel. When seeing me this way, as good as... As good as dead!

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 25, 2025

What the old man don't know, what his eyes yet have seen. My sordid transpirings well into each eve. While I'm paid so handsomely, I would work here for free. I stitch tight each orifice, once blessed with my seed. The lonely deceased! Cryptic sewn mouthed their secrets. Shameful their silence dragged down to the grave. What happens on the slab, dies in this morgue with me. In these four walls, my grisly playground. Where none rest in peace! No words have been spoken, no reprimand said. Concealing so carefully my lust for the dead. Their insides are glistening, curiosities fed. Forensically frolicking while God is in bed. Have I gone mad? Gruesome kingdom so lurid, hidden so convincingly. They'd have my head! Morbid morgue of malpractice, I envy each death! Are they finally free? This flesh of ours, an earthly cage key. Six feet down in a grave! What harms been done! The breathless have not any inhibition. Haunted in dreams of their dead faces come to life! Death is my business work diligently. A forte I've taken all too seriously. I'm swift with the trocar, I scalpel with glee. Besides I like fucking them, a small perk for me. The morgue is my sick whorehouse, their bodies favourites toys. Anointing them with ejaculate, all the good little girls and boys. They'd call me mad, sickly lifeless devotion. Their blood and their innocence drained. What's left unsaid, guilted damnening sentence. If there is a God, down in Hell's where I'll be. This flesh of ours, an earthly cage key. Six feet down in a grave! What crimes been done! The speechless won't contest this violation. Cold dolls of skin! Mounting the slab thrusting myself deep within. Though frowned upon, the company policy: termination!

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 25, 2025