The Impossible Product
Dismal looming current A darkness I call my own Fuck all the extra Won’t take no for an answer Torn by temptation Suffocated for a spell Though temptation does not sleep softly When entombed in the womb where it swelled And swelled And swelled It’s beyond hushing and hiding away The damnation of this plane Eternal conflict I can’t come to terms Eons and eons of darkness interred What the fuck is it worth? All of the hurt I plead Martyr me heavenly hands Mold the impossible product Cut lines and shapes Slave away Until I ooze perfect incarnate It’s beyond hushing and hiding away Damnation on display Dismal looming current A darkness I call my own Blocking all the extra bullshit out As I squeeze blood from this stone Torn by temptation Suffocated for a spell Though temptation does not sleep softly When entombed in the womb where it swelled Out on the edge of the earth I look down See the universe from up above Sleeping sound It’s indifferent Cutthroat and cold Will I make it back? Will I make it back whole? Any compromise I welcome it The honey of my soul I cherish it This vessel is wearing thin On the edge of the earth and I want back in Martyr me heavenly hands Mold the impossible product Cut lines and shapes Slave away Until I ooze perfect incarnate It’s beyond hushing and hiding away Now tell me What the fuck is it worth? All of the hurt All of the pain Tell me All of the hurt All of the pain What the fuck is it worth? I want back in
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Feb 23, 2026