Melk en Honing

No peace, no faith Incestuous and crushed Patch the line of sight I plea It's open, the barge is lost at sea Profuse, corrupt, liquid disdain Its eyes see colors below the flame Scratch the skin to peel and sweat The feathers and fur too real to forget Expulse, parole, morose the chagrin To echo the path from where we begin. The village is aft corroded by oil Still lit and seeking a virgin soil Alive but tattered, saved by the dust Hands still clenching, aged by rust The froth it multiplies as crystals decay, Smashed into powder that darkens the day No peace, no faith, incestuous and crushed We swelter and toil, restrained and hushed No peace, no faith Incestuous and crushed

Submitted by NecroGod — Feb 20, 2026

Terrorize, to feel Cauterize, to heal I'm not looking for madness I'm not looking for madness, but it's found Sympathize, to feel Weeping eyes, to heal I'm not looking for madness I'm not looking for madness, but it's found Teacher, there are things, vicious things, that I want to learn Some of my favorite things are vicious things, wouldn't you like to know?

Submitted by NecroGod — Feb 20, 2026

Shame, fight Range, find Fume, spite Grace, light Plans run deadly askew, slain birds captured in you, crooked pine whispered the legends been told over and over Sunken eyes fixed on the end, better seek shelter or bend, pleasure fiend feasts on your will sensing destruction for thrill Habit struck Rapid cut Into shallow darken hollow Soft fine sever, faint pain pleasure, making you bleed from the rings, raking the scales from your wings Shame, fight Range, find Fume, spite Grace, light Shames gone soft, shames got the better of you Shame comes ripping, the last cinders of soft tissues still living Sunken eyes fixed on the end, better seek shelter or bend, pleasure fiend feasts on your will sensing destruction for thrill Habit struck Rapid cut Into shallow darken hollow Soft fine sever, faint pain pleasure, making you bleed from the rings, raking the scales from your wings

Submitted by NecroGod — Feb 20, 2026

We've got no future plan, locked up by the needs of man We've got no future plan, transparency marks our decline Too little much too late, given how far we've fallen It's a miracle we've come this far, given the load we're hauling I'm not a future man, fed up by our demand I'm not a future man, and I'm fading under constant light Too little much too late, given how far we've fallen It's a miracle we've come this far, given the load we're hauling We've got no future plan, locked up by the needs of man We've got no future plan, transparency marks our decline Too little much too late, given how far we've fallen It's a miracle we've come this far, given the load we're hauling

Submitted by NecroGod — Feb 20, 2026

Strung out in the desert Nowhere and no sound Best train on the planet Cycle on rough Crashed plane is a respite From political slough Strung out in the desert Pulling teeth from a mountain A triumph of will Faces cut out of granite Political swill Disparate Barren but fuelled Disparate Getting high on the fumes Summers breeze Makes me feel All of this Is not real Disparate Barren but fuelled Disparate Getting high on the fumes

Submitted by NecroGod — Feb 20, 2026

I'm in the fog I'm in the fog, I'm in the silo I've been in the fog, I've fell into sorrow From the fog to the meadow the cliff and then black In the boil of the river, hoof bleeds in the water Drink from the stream after the burden, breed with the rustic herded I'm in the fog I'm in the fog, I'm in the silo I've been in the fog, I've fell into sorrow From the fog to the meadow the cliff and then black Rust, nail, callous and hood weathered and strong, weathered and strong But when the chaos rises and when the chaos reigns, the chaos rises, the chaos is chaos May the chaos bloom, may the chaos rise, may the chaos reign, when the chaos is chaos Load bearing, insecure, cross-threaded, begging for counterbore, begging, begging

Submitted by NecroGod — Feb 20, 2026

Theater of the wicked, theater of the ghost Theater of the marauder, theater of the host Love, like love Straight like teeth like making love Love, like love The empire of the wicked, the empire of the ghost The banquet of the marauder, the banquet of the host Love, like love Straight like teeth like making love Love, like love Crooked, beaten, Crooked, beaten Crooked, teething, Crooked, teething

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Feb 20, 2026

In tune, indecision Fear not, self omission For real, this condition Fetal, imposition Tonight, status vision Will not, self omission Quiet trepidation, distraught, oversensing In tune, indecision Fear not, self omission For real, this condition Fetal, imposition In sight, still stuck in the way Dissolve into the fray In spite, still stuck in the way Put down, evolving away Tonight, status vision Will not, self omission Quiet trepidation, distraught, oversensing In sight, still stuck in the way Dissolve into the fray In spite, still stuck in the way Put down, evolving away Void, null, alive Time pleads down on the brow, palm trees bear it somehow Throat's dry whistle from a flame, gnaw, thumb, drifting once again Pressure beats down on the roof, dead space thickens as we move Last stand founded on a mistake Void, null, alive, nor awake Void, null, alive

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Feb 20, 2026