Cosmicism

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My head hits the soft ceiling Yet I see through the wall A white virgin being Screaming in a call I had the misfortune To read this accursed book I saw the sand dune And his look The filthy soft hand Grabs the onyx pen on my chest And in a backhand Snatches the object of his quest Showing me his abject body Forcibly tearing my soul He inseminates his cancer in me Thus opening the black hole On distant and unknown lands In a final laying of hands I feel my own eyes melt I see my muse in a last tremor A pain that I never felt Forever On the shores of Hali Lake, he walks Observing his gigantic kingdom Dreaming of other worlds He who unlocked golden and millennial locks He imagines his ascent in chaos and storms I see you all take off your disguises And turn your eyes towards me Now you ask me to remove my mask But I don’t wear a mask No mask Adjusting the crown on his head The Yellow King closes his eyes and flies away Disturbing by its power the lake bed For our decay Hero of the play, director of the last decline His black soul as evil scepter Crossing unknown galaxies, defying the divine The dark nectar Planning his conquest Damning the crowd, he is the pest In Akeley’s words, I recognize infamous names Symbols of madness, symbols of cosmic flames Voices resonate in my head again, again, and again The yellow sign, Hastur, all bringers of pain “Along the shore the cloud waves break The twin suns sink behind the lake The shadows lengthen in Carcosa Strange is the night where black stars rise And strange moons circle through the skies But the stranger still is Lost Carcosa Songs that the Hyades shall sing Where flap the tatters of the king Must die unheard in Dim Carcosa Song of my soul, my voice is dead Die though, unsung, as tears unshed Shall dry and die in Lost Carcosa.”

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025

Crossing the unknown space-time You sow your infamous offspring Annihilating the sublime Through the woods In which nothing can sing The sordid broods A thousand vile children Follow your path In the canyon Of your interdimensional wrath I hear people chanting In this strange recording Frantic and horrified, I hear people in hoards Abject incantations, a call for their lords The foul and disgusting stench Of Shub-Niggurath Invades the trench And inflicts the oath Spreading among the trees The sound of hooves Causes the universal unease Visions of the black goat Stealthy hallucinations In the Eibon quote Damnations In the eyes of the witch Disperses the trace of evil Becoming to the abyss the bridge To the cosmic order, upheaval

The nighted throne, at the center of the universe Disgusting dancers reciting a cursed verse Spreading a swarm of innumerable red camellias In the dreams of the Nuclear Chaos Fallen into the trap of the creeping death Smelling on me his mortuary and viscous breath The abject sound of deafening and vile drums Lead me in an ocean of spasms The black sun The Daemon-Sultan Cradle of creation The dying stars’ guide The glorified In the dark vortex He protects The infamous codex Dreaming of new dimensions Of the advent of his sons O black sun O Daemon-Sultan In front of these cosmic horrors A spectacle of celestial craters Expelling on me their astral whirlers Desperate, I jump from the great bird I open my eyes on my room and can’t say a word Haunted forever by the dreams of the Nuclear Chaos

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025

“I scan thy features, calm and white Beneath the single taper's light; Thy dark-fring'd lids, behind whose screen Are eyes that view not earth's demesne And as I look, I fain would know The paths whereon thy dream-steps go; The spectral realms that thou canst see With eyes veil'd from the world and me For I have likewise gaz'd in sleep On things my mem’ry scarce can keep And from half-knowing long to spy Again the scenes before thine eye I, too, have known the peaks of Thok; The vales of Pnath, where dream-shapes flock; The vaults of Zin—and well I trow Why thou demand'st that taper's glow But what is this that subtly slips Over thy face and bearded lips? What fear distracts thy mind and heart That drops must from thy forehead start? Old visions wake—thine op'ning eyes Gleam black with clouds of other skies And as from some demoniac sight I flee into the haunted night.”

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Feb 12, 2026