May Our Chambers Be Full

We saw the light fall from your eyes and heard the last call from all your voices. A heart so hollow can still rise, can rise up from you sin. Skin like tallow is turning. I feel like we have revived you once before. I ask that you make room on the killing floor. Felt the last strike from your hands and fists can open to make new your resting ends. For life so thoughtless, for dreams no now believed. The helm of sorrow is hopefully sinking. I’m sure that if we dragged you back to shore, you’d lay yourself down again on some killing floor. Move your body from this place. Move your body to heaven. I can taste Elysian Fields.

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025

Perception colored by death of a loved one, of a friend. Conception choked at the hinge. When did this become the end? Mercy, mercy. Kneel at the base of our monolith, and pray its faceless grey plains choose blindness. To bet on anything less, to bet on your dog to win. Finicky sleight of hand. Convince the spectators that you can't. Show off hollow accomplishments. Contention, cold sacrilege, colder still for giving in. Mercy, mercy. Kneel at the base of our conduit, and pray its faceless grey plains choose blindness.

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025

The slender sun receding where pain and thought departed. The hymns that illness breaths into our hearts, a seat. It sings in silver threats and golden phrases turning, a verse no one forgets: The Song of All Things Burning. This one is predetermined. This one will find no favor. This one is weight unburdened, dragging down our lives. This one is predetermined we all know just what comes next. In the depths of your unfailing strange selfishness, stay the last corrupt remaining pale monuments. In the dark of your unending daft unconsciousness, does the spark catch to the edifice and flame. In flames.

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025

Oh weakness! My Glory! In secret saved! My secret, my story, is somehow saved! Here’s my confession of my most profound secret. It tells a truth known to everyone who truly knows me: I’m not of this world, this decaying existence; I’m not shackled to their cold cruel and morbid logic. Somehow this secret, this wheel, keeps on passing down to us. Dionysus once knew me. He found me on the bridge in Dresden, naked with Eris, stripped of adornment. He found me again in Monte Verita draped in aesthetic illusions.

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025

Through falling years, these failing times. We forged in fear and blood-soaked rites, in salt of tear, in age of line. The cycle unending, beyond man and time. My Voice, reaching back, oh, children mine. Surrounded by enemies, you have sought me out in silence—in the darkness of concrete passage, in the darkness of the flesh, in the wisdom of bleak asylum. I sing to you in the ur-tongue, in the language of ecstasies, of joys deeper than agonies. Beyond man and time, my voice reaching back. Six thousand feet, my voice reaching back. Of rippling impulse, true, real, raw hunger—my voice reaching back.

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025

All alone… All alive… Undefined… It is, so it is. It is, it just is. Tethered, we will never know the river of a real life. Forced to watch a colored picture of the sunset. Waiting for the failure of this frail frame. Shadows keep us chained inside the cave. Afford us answers, ancestors fail. Scrawling in silence what silence says. When will it all end? It all just ends. Golden were the apples of desire, a hope that there was something more to taste. The senses only liars in the pale light, false companions who have nothing more to say.

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025

Circle down to the mouth of the valley. Kneel now down at the face, at the gate, as every footfall crumbles so fast beneath me under the weight of this eternal shame. And to you who've given up in the valley. And to you who've given all to its wake. Just another endless night falls around thee. Just another grey landscape to face. I want to step into the armor of another, stronger. I want to look once through to eyes of someone good. So I can gather up the names of our mothers and wash away the shame and lift them to sainthood. But if you have given up in the valley. And if you have given all to its wake. Just another endless night fall around me, just another fucked up thing I can't save. But always run forever miles, does it end? Then another wall rises in the distance. Their horizon parts for none, where mothers failed to carry all their weight. I will be brave, yes, I will be brave. You see them? All those who have fallen stacked up like stones in a pile, a tower of failures so twisted and vile. You see them there? Ancient and seething, up in a pyre. Get them out of my way.

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025