The Funeral of Being

The unfettered few who choose to roam Sharing more than sexual excess Sowing more than vexing stones Favourite haunts of depravation Where the morning fears to tread Covenant revere the sullen cain Strike the tethered liar dead Dark solstice fever burns in me Like the tugging of my veins to feed Ravaging Raven-Lust Unbridled at dusk!

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Feb 06, 2026

Under full moons waxing lyrically Death's poetry floods the soul Like the freezing seed of a demon freed To curse the stars with vertigo And in their dance, in trance I've prised wide Slick rifts twist obsidian thighs Hymeneal gates to darker sides A glimpse of plinths where lies Haunted by this portent This obsession in my mind With a city sunk below Tall cedar groves and graves sublime Sporting their importance Marble wings spread to the skies A vale of dreams that it would seem The daylights race to leave behind...

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 25, 2025

Blood clotted sewage possessed my veins and mind. Poisonous indulgence. Suicidal voids filled with fragments of waste showers. Dreaming a tormented memory to slash my throat. Yet awakening in blood. Vortex and scars on their mind. To never forget the meaning of hate. Resuscitate my dying breeze into the dreams of tangled living corpses behind sigils made of flesh and trees. To drain you of your soul, falling to your knees. Echo's calling through stillborn wombs. Unknown evil & chaos is spawned. Hypnotic tones from far away. Bring abysmal wings reborn through death thus bring a new eternity.

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 25, 2025

Elizabeth christened, no paler a rose Grew so dark as this sylph None more cold in repose Yet Her beauty spun webs Round hearts a glance would betroth She feared the light So when She fell like a sinner to vice Under austere, puritanical rule She sacrificed... Mandragora like virgins to rats in the wall But after whipangels licked prisoners, thralled Never were Her dreams so maniacally cruel (And possessed of such delights) For ravens winged Her nightly flights Of erotica Half spurned from the pulpit Torments to occur Half learnt from the cabal of demons In Her Her walk went to voodoo To see Her own shadow adored At mass without flaw Though inwards She abhored Not Her coven of suitors But the stare of their Lord!

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Feb 06, 2026

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Red hopelessness impaled on rocks and trees. Fallen from cliff's edges, a cursed exit from weakened mortality. Servants sacrificing their flesh (for soon the soul will be gone). In the name of nothingness, abduction of your will to live. Rat-like minions seal the trapped circle and vacant spaces (of a living hell) filled with hate. Saviour of ruin, obsessed with your decay. Dying eyes like blood flooded tombs. A vampiric Christ's hateful reflection. By a red spell is cast into the deadest of all eyes, release the chains and slash your tr oath. Eternal black winter left only hate in its never-ending grasp. The killing shadows of all it was I never lived for. Injecting hate into despondent minds possessing your decay. Asphyxiate upon ghastly hidden fear.

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 25, 2025

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