Writhe

Writhing worms Frantically squirming through upheaved earth Deep into open sores they burrow Gnashing away at my flesh From within, I hear their voices calling me; Cacophonous hymns that are without meaning I am naught, nothing but an empty vessel Into which onlookers pour their insufferable delusions Dissolve me I drown in rot, they spew forth bile; Never a more contemptuous marriage Malignant vampires of time that consume my essence But my veins have run dry As I fade, so too shall they My role in their psychosis is mere happenstance Bring to them nothing and give forth nothing; Only my comrades can feel my absence Feel my absence Writhing worms Frantically squirming through upheaved earth Deep into open sores they burrow Gnashing away at my flesh From within, I hear their voices calling me; Cacophonous hymns that are without meaning I am naught, nothing but an empty vessel Into which onlookers pour their insufferable delusions Malignant vampires of time that consume my essence But my veins have run dry As I fade, so too shall they My role in their psychosis is mere happenstance Bring to them nothing and give forth nothing; Only my comrades can feel my absence Bring to them nothing and give forth nothing; Only my comrades can feel my absence Dissolve me I drown in rot, they spew forth bile; Never a more contemptuous marriage Malignant vampires of time that consume my essence But my veins have run dry As I fade, so too shall they

Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 08, 2026