Manuscripts of Madness

Hexed upon the entrance Our fate has been bestowed Guided by illusion A vision from below Eyes like daggers focused Deep inside the soul Sinister grin upon your back Evil was foretold Horrendous sight to bear The oils begin to stare Come to life, they sacrifice And lay their awful snare Painted on the canvas Which should not come alive They begin to speak to me Suggest to draw the knife Blade across the flesh Skin begins to split Carving off the prison This release I shall permit Lust for answers drives us Past the painted whore Walk the path of sacrifice Descend into the core The oaken doors swing open The beckon you inside The halls are framed with portraits All former guests of mine Manuscripts of Madness Line the duty shelves The words a twisted prose A guidance into hell The Eldritch Manor's Spell I take a vulgar tome Blowing off the dust Flipping through the pages A madness driven lust Forbidden words to read The pages start to bleed Ingest aphotic lore Feast upon horror Leaking from the portal Stenches from beyond Unholy screams of anguish Of tenants long since gone Now the gateway opens Seek refuge in the maze A labyrinth of illusions Madness leads the way The oaken doors swing open The beckon you inside The halls are framed with portraits All former guests of mine Manuscripts of Madness Line the duty shelves The words a twisted prose A guidance into hell The Eldritch Manor's Spell Vortex hypnotizes A depth of endless seas Athenaeum of the senses A mind's cacophony Premortem ascension Souls begin to writhe Psychic contortions Resisting one last time

Submitted by NecroLord — Nov 10, 2025