Tattered and Bound

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Evoke evil, Haunting the mind’s eye, black as the night’s sky, Pale in the moonlight, dancing by flicker light, Grave stones answer calls, of what we’ve known all along, Rain drops streaming down, cast iron all around, Torments she creates, Tortured by her hate, The rape when she was small, has left her hollow Carnival clown tattered and bound. Scarlet, Rapture. Scarlet’s why his life is ruined, Rapture falls asleep in his arms, Scarlet plagues the morning star, Scarlet, Crawl with me, you do, Cum with me, hate you, but fuck you. Look up to see who does these things I do to you. Come with me n’ die, like a fly to the light. Come with me high, come to cemetery to die, come to see just what is inside.

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025

Sat down, lied to, fucked up again. Child’s mind, naive, pick’s up the signals we send, fill the brain, program, all our fear. Sociopathic child that we reared. Dig down, deep down, repressed. Dig down, deep down, contempt. Dig down, deep down, profile is grandiose. Beautiful, but frail, the peddles of this rose. Exercises despotic control over every aspect of the victim's life, emotional need to justify his crimes therefore he, “I don’t feel your righteous in me”. The core. Anti-social. Falling down. Down to the ground, delinquent soul drowned. Most aberrant architecture we’ve ever found. Failed, frail, deceit for pleasure. Messed around, paranoid today. My time’s the judge, mess around the thoughts, my time’s today, Messed around, enslaved in their way. I don’t feel your righteous in me. The core, anti-social. Hand wounds while masturbating. Failed, frail, deceit for pleasure. Doesn’t suit the cost, does the ditzy boss, grows like moss. Dealing with the law, and the clothes were gone, ditched and lost. Chasing, traitors with lack of empathic nature. Chasing, traitors with lack of moderation. Raw secretes with masturbation, raw secrets of maturation.

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025

Bound by fear, you’re weak, cannot survive, Respect me, your god, of blinded eyes, pray, Kneel and wait, give faith, in vacant pews, speak to god, a god, that can’t hear you. Hand it all, over, in charge of things, never once think about, who’s pulling strings. One foot forward, raise that boot, in the air, Bring it down with, disgust, and a lack of care. Crush the puny, no regrets, head held high. Expunge the weak, drop them all, without despair. Brutality, Cruelty, Embrace the demon. Smite them two times for their malice, vacate their pews. Spite them two times, as your credence, They’re one less without you. They spite you, never let them smite you, Go take that golden rule and plead with your deity, go take that logic and milk it for sympathy. As the Shepherd spites, you.

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025

What law holds? Moral and political sodomy. Why can’t your law control you? Why do you pass off blame as dignity? You’ve got your law to cure you. What happened to personal accountability? Why? To wreck and fry you? Bygones have stood and will repudiate. Lies; guile tomorrow. Go to bed son go to bed with amphetamines Nestled in the dark, nestled in the dark, nestled up, in the dark. If I gut you, and I feel you? If I gut you everyway, everyday? If I gut you, and I feel you? If I cut you everyday, everyway? If I gut you, why don’t you bleed for me? But they gut you with “high” morals. They gut you with perjury, and “typos”. They gutted you with all that oil. Lies! Low! Pure sodomy, lies, pours salt on it. Bull! Hyperbole! Breathe hope through dishonesty. Wreak Guile, and twisted fallacy. Total sovereignty. Lies all, and mendacity, lies all over me, Lies, salt croissant with tea; naked, cranked on fear. Lies, all lies, all lies. Lies, lie to me lie to me.

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025

Watch the life fade from your eyes in the pale moonlight, Now they’ve found just what they strived for, walked right into your demise, Up in the sky there’s a Raven who’s eyes see your every move, as your teeth clench you lose. Communicating your life to the wolf pack that hides, anticipating the time, where your restrain is contrived. Mind the wolf bird, it has the ability to see through you and me. Mind the Raven, wings a-spread wide it helps our pack feed. Bring the beast down, down to the fucking ground. Time has come to die. Don’t go walking in the forest; they fly above to warn the others. Can’t find refuge from the Ravenous, Can’t eat, can’t sleep, they hear your heart beating. They feed off the carcasses to survive, Sheering off tendons for which they thrive. Like vultures, the ravens they wait their turn to pick from the cadaver for which they yearn. Your time to die, Call out your time to die. Yell out your time to die. Scream out your time to die, Howl out your time to die, So on and on, and on the cycle goes. Ripped apart, still alive, letting go, Bled out, as they rip and tear skin. Shoving their snouts through your intestines. Ground coloured red as you ooze on the snow. Sounds getting fainter as you go. Panic and shock are about to set in, as the quadruped consumes you through razor blade grin. Writhing. The somberness of spruce and green; Ripped apart with no one to hear you scream, wishing it was all just a dream. The Raven lurks above the murder scene. Time to die.

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025

Bound me down, tight, right. The stars don’t align its your sickness. The synapses slumping like afterbirth. Stringing along the sequestered light. Left in your wake just macabre stench of pain Indignant. Cut me first, bleed me first, lick me first, suck me first Choke me first, gut me first, rot me first, eat me first. Touch me first, drain me first. In line. Every time I see your eyes, They’re looking down. Down, to see blood on the ground Indulge in the blood on the ground, Bliss with the blood on the ground. Fuck in the blood on the ground. Down, good to see blood on the ground. Soak in the blood on the ground, Dance with the blood on the ground. Revel in blood on the ground. Down, nothing about me is pretty, glistening bloody convulsing. Abandoned the new beginning. Blood-let and hollowed of pity.

Left to clot, my still-blood that tight spot, inside rot, painted words, all filled with lies. Cold Breath of death, dressed up in bags. Watered down. Wandered alone. Tied to skulls with regret, benign matter. Died, the soul, day we met, plastic shattered. Wants to feast on every soul, be her own death every day. Screams for mercy and control, breath wreaks of sex and decay. Feasts on still blood, lips dusty and grey. She’s our little secret, decomposing every day. Blast at night, carnal rights, danced till high, opened thighs, Funeral light, pale dead eyes. Laid out open for business. She has tricks, god as her witness. Imagine the possibilities, Lifeless and willing to please. Left to clot, my still-blood. That tight spot, inside rot. Blinded eyes. Goose bumps, we’ll never get you, but bent over the toilet, she’ll let you writhe. Cum into death’s eyes, we serve screams, still blood, and flies.

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025

Don’t know what I am feeling. Don’t know the “truth”.Don’t know what’s worth regretting. Don’t know what else to do. Don’t know what I am after. Don’t want to continue. Don’t know why it has come to this. Can’t remember the last time I felt. You’re never ending. You’re never preset. You’re in this for you. You don’t get through. You’re what they speak of. You’re just what they warned about. You’re the catalyst. You’re why I swiftly fall. You’re the wind now. The muse of my sweet demise. My lifeless worth, filled with pain and regret. Failed but tried so hard. Lie timeless beneath you. Confusing glares of resentment. Forsake your resigned contentment. Blind. It falls on me right? Martyred flight. Breeze feels so good tonight. As I fly. Shame’s on me. The fall sets me free. Follow me down. Between the bridge and the water.

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025