Mobile of Angels

Drastic, caustic, frozen, gastric Muster, master, swindle, plastic Needle groper, pinkeye poker Blank-eyed bellicose composer Flagellation, maturation Cattle-prodded cud-drunk nation Scratched contraction, kidney action Mastication, rot retraction Leaping over methane mounds Rat on rat on rat on hound People pieces part politely Fetus leavings on your nighty Under rays of hungry eyelids Scraping downward, beaming, stylish Corpulent, indolent, indigent, infantile Acrid, cantankerous, rolling in sentient bile I am drowning my head Just let me go, sinking like lead I will sit still until I shed This internal, infernal dread. Classy, fornicating rodents Grafting thumps on fishes foreheads Portentous pustules popping discreetly Meat streaked sheets do whisper sweetly [Living in filth and dirt, in rooms less comfortable and cheerful than the cages in wich we put animals in the zoo] What do you expect from me Crushed by a horde of which I am a piece Sucking at the air until no once can breath All I want now is escape somehow, is a break, breaking out by breaking down All I want now is to get out somehow, to transcend, to transport, to trance out Sometimes my heart wilts inside It hangs there like a rotten blossom no insect would recognize Dejected, decrepit, deserted, decayed, it hangs like old meat on a hook So I bludgeon, extinguish, blur, blunt, and glaze till I'm numb and I don't have to look Sometimes I sink through the floor And I bless the blackness that I'm waiting for It teases, calls and courts me, it claims it can transport me and then It takes me in its arms and calls me friend

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 23, 2025

I tell you that it's real, 'cause I feel it deep down in me It's growing like a cancer, it's growing like Rosemary's baby It's got me actin' strange and it's got me feelin' crazy I can't sleep or I'll dream and that's makes me scream Like the scum that grows on stagnant water Like the smell of roadkill as the street is getting hotter I'm a rotter When I stay still I get ill One more day I'm tellin' you that's all I'll stay But I got my leg caught in a trap And it's keeping me from getting away When I stay still I get ill If I don't rise, if I don't fly out of the mine, I will expire You can be sure There's just one cure LIMB, LIMB, GIVE IN, GIVE IN LIMBS GIVE IN WHY TRY, ALL LIES, ALL LIES, WHY TRY WHY TRY, LIMBS GIVE IN TO ALL THE LIES LIMBS GIVE IN I'm gettin' the hell outta here Gonna hit the road so hard That it goes and crumbleds all behind me Leaving me no choice but to go far, far, far, far Gatherin' rust, gatherin' dust, feeling so old, old, old Growin' dump, growin' numb, feeling so cold, cold, cold It's time to go Feelin' time creep by, makin' me slow, slow, slow Gotta run, ain't done growing' up Maybe I'll never stop I'm turnin' on my heart An I'm turnin' off my mind Gonna catch the first ride goin' outta here, yeah The very first thing that I find, find, find, find I'll hunt, I want what I don't know, know, know I'll be all me from head to toe It's time to go When you let things get past their prime, prime, prime You get regret and waste time, time, time Precious time, what a crime I'm saying goodbye, wasting no time living a lie

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 23, 2025

I don't think you're aware of how false you appear, how your smile looks so thin You've done it again, your corrupt ways sour the hymn I think you believe it's your role to make the world better under your control So it's harder to be bitter when, once again, your corrupt ways sour the hymn I see it now so clearly, your benevolent tyranny, how you sugar coat each bitter pill But it's not so much your ways but that I'm still here today that makes me feel so ill It's now one's fault but those who follow when they know exactly where you're leading them And that time and time again your corrupt ways sour the hymn Because I know when I try to make a thing of pure intention, that thing you do is gonna get done You'll do it again, you'll do it again You're happy and I don't blame you infact I wish I was so sure that I was right But I'm afraid our differences we cannot reconcile I'll wish you all of the best as I walk away and relish The sweet relief that I'll feel Then I finally put my heels down You say you'll fix me, you'll mold me in your image And I say, like hell you will you say you'll show me just what perfection is And I say perfection kills You say I couldn't possibly get it And I say the same 'bout you Can't wait for the day I hear you admit it I was right about you Sour!

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 23, 2025

Slow descent into murkiness of mind, an uneasy fog, a familiar face The paralyzed walk of the dreamer, innocent, receptive What will he see at the end of the world, the edges of perception? A cold and crowded forest closes in on one long aisle A cover erected to shroud some strange attraction Familiar face conveys with telepathic quality, gravity, severity, attend to what is hidden here Cloudy eyes grow clearer as a ring emerges downward bearing shapes so full of beauty and of terror The sound of an organ drifts on air and soon it fills the dreamer's ears There gleam the fangs of wet lipped angels Their eyes show no serenity, but glow with stark insanity, infusing such into the fear-bound dreamer Poor dreamer, waking brings no comfort

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 23, 2025

I don't hear you speak anymore You're fading away Today I was a weightless gust of easy southern air I don't feel your heat any more You never could stay I dropped the awkward chains of earthly promises I drifted and my emptiness was blissfully aware that all that mattered of myself was there I thought that I knew who you were But how could I know Today I was a lonely rusted wreck beside the road You're always searching for Things you carry with you and every life that passed by mired me deeper I waited for the rain to pour and wash me clean and cold or for the loving earth to take me whole Each day I wait for some new shape to take me till I know what is the shape that truth will take, what will it show Waiting I graze the sky grasping all I pass by Fall, lose all, all falls away:When you started dreaming I thought it would be fleeting Was it a naive thing Thinking we would always be You've lost your face now You take up no space now You've turned around, shut down Without a goodbye, without making a sound I come and go and never know when I will find my way But I will trust in life and lust to lead me day by day Each day I wait for some new shape to take me till I am The honesty I long to be; where I began

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 23, 2025