Corrosion of Hearts

Entangled within cerecloth dreams Written by an orchestra conducted by dread This curtain, falls aphotic and silent Lifeless, Listless, Solemn, Sullen This curtain, falls aphotic and silent Lifeless, Listless, Solemn, Sullen Reverence, repent Stern and cold yet never to yield Always. never. Wedded to the wretched veil Cast my heart aside, Like stone upon the emerald waters Sinking so deep into eternal unknown Burt pages sway Hung by winds draped in despair Feed me with the ash of burnt dreams Entangled within cerecloth dreams Written by an orchestra conducted by dread This curtain, falls aphotic and silent Lifeless, Listless, Solemn, Sullen This curtain, falls aphotic and silent Lifeless, Listless, Solemn, Sullen Burt pages sway Hung by winds draped in despair With the ash of burnt yet unforgotten dreams

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025

Ravenous scarlet abyss Yawning in starved hunger Upon the edge of two broken worlds A devouring maw undurls serpentine tongues Strangled within ephemeral thorns Hunted - Devoured - Ravenous - Oblivion Deep into fathomless time Fated bleeding torment As choked veins ebb the walls of loathing Upon crooked paths all ending the same In death - Martyrium of dreaded nothingness Bathed in your irreverent ardour Solemn crimson winds howl sullen Drenched in everlasting obscurity Strangled within crippling limbo Where words slither from eager mouths Choked with graven dirt Whose verse deigned by a ravenous oblivion Apotheosis the only god Divinity in end Oblivion... Oblivion... Agape with daggers drawn Sentenced to die the death Faded geist, whom shepherd the path Enshronded by night's cold A ravenous oblivion

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025

In plutonium pit of wretched subhumans And here, the "golden child", of pus and gout The aristocrat of rats Your radiation moon won't affect These tides of doubt Of horror and of suffering Of nothing and "everything" Reach out shrivelled hands Peeling and burned Molecular deconstruction Phoebus' own radiation Like Jason and his Argonauts Questing for the shit stained fleece Yeah, I'm still reaching forward Yet looking ever "poisoned" back Is it you who led me here? Le rat de gouttiere parisien!! La rue de martyr est devenue Un phare dans la nuit And the fires - they smelled like shit, And hopes cuisses de grenouilles pourries Spilling into the filthy gutter Dans la rue des souvenirs fanes As Job cursed not God but birth The demon core Spewing shit and ghosts The criticality broke!!! La rue des martyrs ruine les urs et les espoirs

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025

There is a mirror between this world Unto the next Lustned by pale hands woven in darkness Stream upon cold soils and night where uttened words turn to relic Deep.Into Dust. Broken frangments drown in bloodied corrosion Embraced by burning winds sent by rotten wings Where pale veins wither Poisoning the grave Deep, into Dust. A geist, pale Veiled eyes bleached in faded yearning Great Death, torn through this mirror thou unravelled from suffering By the pulse of rotten, fading hearts Beating to a pendulum dissolved by pollen Wilt.

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025