Strange Rites
Like vines in shadows With many eyes, foreboding Spines of the meek Tense in your presence What words do your limbs Scribble in the dust As you crawl back To your dark corner? What is it you mimic? An unearthly being? Are you a monster Or are you death?
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 07, 2026
An accursed painting of purgatory A grey landscape Death's tableau But the blind can see What most cannot In canvas and oil An unnatural plague Enter the wasteland To the world beyond Of dreams and terror Beyond the seventh door Drawn within the dark portal All is lost beyond the seventh door
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 07, 2026
Formless, nebulous Scratch at the walls as they fade away No spirit chains, no psychic embrace None for the worms looting the graves No seconds left to curse your faith Vacuum of darkness Ushered into what there is not No flattened skies just endless grey Blackened chimes continue unheard Mutated mind ceased on that day Formless, nebulous
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 07, 2026
Hear the sound of death Smell the unknown stench Welling in your throat A vomit or a breath? Isolation, chaos. Ringing in your mind Winds of nothing blow rotting sands of time Annihilated memory All language failing Speak the words, lost On desecrated tongues Open sores secrete life Rivers drain into the void Reflections of a sullen mist What you are shall be this
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 07, 2026
Strange rites of a violent iron age Sent them to their final resting place Bodies buried in the bog Buried in the bog Leathery skin, an eternal grimace Grisly rituals with no living witness
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 07, 2026
We shall sleep Through trumpet blasts Blown by Angels' breath Wait and watch You know neither Day nor hour But nothing comes We shall sleep Until swallowed By the earth Until it's swallowed By the sun
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 07, 2026
Visions arrive with the night Specters burn in the dark Chemicals tear at the heart Inside, the brain cannot sleep Changing the mind thus to reap Terminal delirium
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 07, 2026
And the third day never came There is only ocean under the firmament Unattainable heaven Above the dark deep A disgusted god abandoned creation And no one exists to imagine him Waterlogged and without purpose Phantoms of the canceled Roam the abyssal plain Submerged in futility And heaven mocks Above the dark deep
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 07, 2026
Akinetic and mute Keep no vigil, kindle no hope Resting in a room full of spiders Flinging threads Spinning webs Coagulated bloodstream Bored and hoping for bad dreams Fallen figure, tumbled colossus Parts sold for scrap
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 07, 2026
Behind the curtain of trees A Jungian shadow dances around the fire In pantomime of animal ancestors Hear the echo of throbbing drums In atrio-ventricular thumps From animal To Adamah To apotheosis And if you become a god What direction should the heads on stakes face? As a warning or looking inward? Superego eyes plucked by birds
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 07, 2026