Phantom Veins Trumpet

Xenolith gate stands agape Its vortex swells, a fleshened tomb A passage waits behind its mouth That passage waits for the cursed Face down, an envelope of pus and bone spoils A formless skylight curates, advent Behind folded sclera, external stimuli transduce a signal The throat of a ghost bellows damned The passage waits behind its mouth A multiversal rippling, complete shapeshift Floating beacon now condemned Hallowed doorway inhales the enlightened unto pariahdom No schism is spared Phantom veins trumpet, formaldehyde flushed veins Beneath a skyline of biologically contorted wonderment The otherworld exhibits a bilious womb Coughing a feculent deluge, a psyche anew and modeless Phantom nerves trumpet, engulfed and excreted Phantom nerves trumpet, dance with the worms and the earth below

Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 04, 2026