Repulsive Summoning
Frantic thoughts like moths swarm the aperture Starving for light, terrified to be still Flies like thoughts swarm the carcass Of the latest great holy wanderer Splayed out, face down inside his room Paralyzed in rapture in a circle drawn in salt On a bloodstained floor The closer I look, the more that I find A disciplined mind devolves into complete, unbearable silence Within which I am become the king of infinite space With nowhere left to turn Desperate for the chaos of rabid dreams Everything is frozen in place I myself contract to a single point I shouldn't have turned to look at the center To see it is to collapse into the void
Submitted by Morgoth — Jun 22, 2026
Unwards spills the path to black Gaia Befouled with boils upon my flesh I am in ecstasy He pierces my heart, stains my being, contaminates Obscuring my sight All is void Breathing falls into time with the swing of a thymiaterion A self in calcified fragments awaiting final dissolution Departure from the soul mimics the writhe of retching Bile in my throat, in the black I heave His malefic presence swirls in the myrrh Points of darkness Insects or stars in the negative Twist and resolve into an open downward path The air is all his breath, my skin is a tattered cloak The vacuum surrounds, I empty my lungs flat No veil left to pierce I expand 'til I dissolve Now we are as one, my blasphemy is complete
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Let me prosper in your disease As omnipotence grants recipients of moksha mourning Delirium attains mortality within cannibalized vex The black one is the completion of appointed time One of seven phosphorus tongues Tongues of flame, they lick up through the cracks Oh, how the sound of it leaps My flesh is a spitting, shapeless sea of woe and torment Until I am released Blisters burst open to the heat Skin becomes dust given to the howling fire Dense blaze shifts to be endowed with skeletons Ascetic trance in a post mortem ritual Shrouded in cremation ash, I am centerless Left hand worship to inherit darkness Self-realization upon the corpse altar
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Pleased is mother of the cremation grounds She wails a gnashing curse I am blessed I am offered up as part of mundamala I am beheaded I adorn her We are blessed We vomit blood upon her breasts We are severed We adorn her She is smeared with gore, one of a hundred names gouged Left foot forward in destructive flail The eight forms crowned as one Meditates Suturing the coronal Maggots make a brood in immortality Aghoric ceremony dispels eight nooses about the soul Instability wracks the adherent’s dark retreat The penitent sufferers Go forth to dwell in thorns Wrapped about in dog skin Alms collected in human skulls
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Associated with devil worship confessions Extracted from extracted tongues When the rack and flail provide witness When the flock fails to provide evidence Scrolls penned in blood, genitals rent in two The mind gives way before the body Inverted suspension the second act First an animal Then reduced to meat Sold as souvenirs An aside to the audience of vultures: “Perhaps it's time for curtains, your hungered moanings are spoiling the screams” The gathered throng meets this jest with silence Save for the clacking of beaks, the dripping of anticipating drool Poor victim of the flayer shrieks and shivers his hour upon the stage And yet is heard forever more in the scratchings on rock walls Etch’d by nailless fingers Wretched odor lingers, an invigorating scent Applauding provisioners of lecherous ways Resound throughout these walls As does the faint clicking of metatarsals upon the slate floor He is come with hourglass in withered hand to drown all in their time The walls must weep His cruelty knows no bounds And even in death, the mocking display of you, the animal And how he took you apart
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Godless divinity Whipped is the back of the penitent As we trespass against you Stability is little else Rupture within the vacuum of wisdom Faith is a brittle limb that must be hacked off Floating backwards, falling to nether realms Iron rusted door unhinged The taste of oxides and of salt swirl around me as I twist Flailing broken limbs descending Shamed and mutilated A field of inverted castrates Enshrined eunuchs become one A sexless mass, slippery with blood They lay together, writhe together Flame haired face, picturesque, grotesque Head in hands, goat fetus oblivion Neglected and abused concept Violent belief system is sufficient terror For a mind unexplored by reaching hands in the mist Blisters form on my crucifix Isolated A path to murder laughing Drawn drapes on the dogmatic rape Torment is no concern here The power over victims Cruelty is survival
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Pierced trunk spurting foul baptism In the corner sat she, cloaked in another’s skin Pale flame like an eye with a voice of lies Announces the world’s vast pain Unbearable rot Floating candle transfixes her Unbearable words A chasm filled to the brim with shit Sweat drips to the floor in an ocean of filth She is known in the clutching grip of cold hands Insidious fingers of a devouring god Pried apart one quivering inch at a time Goat funeral orchestra in the midst of prayer Appalling sick child She imagines the scroll of woe twisted around her throat Though it hovers above her through the stones Two are made as dust Intimate knowledge of sadism Guts eager to pour from a slashed stomach This womb shall violate the course of the world In the sanitized version of events She kneels meekly before an angel of the lord Chaste hands clasped, head bowed at a safe distance A vessel, awaiting the chance to serve But under the painted surface Horror, fear, shame, disgust forever
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Reception of the pain you breed ushers torrents of blood This shall come to you Defiled husk Confessional box buried like a marble coffin Lying beneath the beak-tilled earth, second son is instructed The final departure, he cries out to me from there Mantle seared black, that mark is borne Where dawn once rose, defleshed steps closer nigh Extinguishment of life drives the psyche Ultimate compulsion inherent in cold veins Mortal hewn Christ receives intravenous stigmata Bear forth the corrupted ark whose wings point inwards To the zero point of conscience’s nocturnal arts Kept enclosed drifting down the corridors of insane philosophy Cantos reveal the nine, ten courts of hell Fall into a swirl of limbs
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026