Under the Running Board

Such worthless crust and crazed Now cring to slap the wrist, I sense you cracked and weak The nonexistent won't care When you fail to wake, I sense you cracked and weak I wonder if you would I wonder if you could Please just a small taste Of the offer unrefused Bonded by a muddy crippled story And now I wonder if you really ever could I wonder if you could I wonder if you would You're no good Self-sodomize once more Whore, slut, yet fragile and tight A reckless mangled conscience With only the imbalance of evils Wait for guidance, end it all now

Submitted by Pestilence — Feb 21, 2026

Now who's the fool? Strip it off, and scale the wall I am the mask that talks, inside the concrete flesh I am the king, now tell me nothing I am the fool for a day Concrete playground, hides the valley Make me the king, so I can strip it off Who is the fool today? Friend? A new idea from your stagnant mind And you must always fall before the clown I can beat you (I can beat you) I can cheat you (I can cheat you) Can I be you?

Submitted by Pestilence — Feb 21, 2026

As if in a dream Only one man Can know He tastes the dirt He chews the dirt The dirt The filth Now swallow The filth of it Cold sweat Runs down slow Just choke The filth of it Now swallow Mixed Mixed with hot tastes Hot tastes of blood And the cold taste of defeat I want to die Just one more time Roll over and die Shut up White lights mad and MANIACAL Seep out dark brick Dark brick walls Fool You You Just shun heavens thunder While laughing at the sky With a hiss of the nightmare's downpour Laughing at the sky Now wake up and... DIE Just one more time As if in a dream Only one more time I must die

Submitted by Pestilence — Feb 21, 2026