The Sacrifice
Decadence is restrained and smothered by the strictest codes of conduct And you'll writhe naked upon the sands as the sun flays every inch of skin which is then assaulted and hacked away by the scorching Barren wind of empty breath You wail and pray and grovel on your knees for a drop of water Just a bit of substance Instead, you must sustain yourself on the scraps of idleness Or gorge yourself on the incessant corruption and muck of indifference Excessiveness is a virtue Debasement is a virtue This is the birthplace of Saint I-Don't-Care The patron saint of extravagant waste and crippling depression Enjoy the masquerade of dark Bitter smiles of those too senseless to notice the uncanny resemblance: uptight aristocrat Lackadaisical vagabond Different uniforms for the same subservient fuck
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jul 09, 2026
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Vacant eyes meet vacant eyes Meet vacant eyes meet vacant eyes Can there be more? There must be more Reach inside, reach deep inside Fingers run over the lying tongue Down through the throat, probing deeper and deeper and deeper Grasp the writhing truth Vacant eyes meet vacant eyes Meet vacant eyes meet vacant eyes Purged, insubstantial blame Purged, inconsequential anger Purposeless discourse And now a promise of benevolent malice A promise of impending violence To you, my friend This is a promise to you This is a promise to you, my friend
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jul 09, 2026
Drink deep of your mortality Accept the blueprint for non-achievement The well-tread path of capitulation Bury the suffering and the ecstasies When will the old gods be avenged? Extol a life of compromise Resigned to quiet submission Welcome boredom and banal normality Farewell to joy and laughter and trust Welcome fear, suspicion, and hatred There is the stench of the gathering of flies You have the look of a strangled child You have the look of a hollow shell You have the look of a rotting corpse Entombed under intolerable weight In the delusions of wish fulfillment Escape the standards of youth, find sanctuary In a cringing half life It’s called moving on, it’s called growing up It’s called giving up Lurking in the shadow, the shadow of your past Lurking in the blackness of acquiescence Pathetic acceptance
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jul 09, 2026
Running nose and runny yolk Even if you have a cold still You can cough on me again I still haven't had my full fill End it someday What's that sound? End it someday What's that sound? End it someday What's that sound? End it someday What's that sound? Broken heart and broken bones Finger plaster cast and horse pills One more quirky cliché phrase You're the one I wanna refill End it someday What's that sound? End it someday What's that sound? End it someday What's that sound? End it someday What's that sound? End it someday What's that sound? End it someday What's that sound? End it someday What's that sound? End it someday What's that sound? Running nose and runny yolk Even if you have a cold still You can cough on me again I still haven't had my full fill End it someday What's that sound? End it someday What's that sound? End it someday What's that sound? End it someday What's that sound?
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jul 09, 2026