Endless Wound
I am glorious abomination An abhorrent king Riddled with sores That weep (with laughter) for the ruin of cities Finding disgust in beauty I reject the plea of existence Tearing my flesh into a thousand pieces And weep (with laughter) for the ruin of humanity White catacomb of the mind Corrupt and full of barren madness Forever sealed from the Creator I weep (with laughter) for the ruin of spirit
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 15, 2026
Embalmed in rotting utterance I, as flesh, invoke The most pointed anguish Poured on the Earth — ravaged by blood Shrouded in myrrh and sage I, as mind, have vision Of spectres with voices like war cries Condemned to groaning sleep Crowned in floral vice I, as spirit, burn alive And see your form — reflection of my own: Both alike. Both perverse
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 15, 2026
Noxious hemlock drowns my lungs Possessed by decay Insatiably, I thirst for the infinite Riddled with lice Covered with scabs Plagued with leprosy Spewing yellow pus I am godhood And I enter your wound Drinking your blood as I lick the wound I ride on your wings towards my death Unfailing, I know the punishment Of an incurable disease-- I leave no memories
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 15, 2026
Speak hoarsely invisible King Pour molten gold down my throat That I may speak as you Burn me alive to make me A torch of illumination Upon the sterile gardens With seared eyes, I catch vision In the joints of branches— Legate of false trances With charred hands of 66 legions I waft the guerdon of odors That have died forever Rejoice! There is no earthly leaven!
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 15, 2026
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I have lived ceaselessly, open eyed I created you Born in the arms of deafness To suffer for my pleasure Staggering through life's dark catacombs You wade in blood As tapeworms surface through your skull, in hunger With fervor I flame the burning heart That quakes like lava within a volcano And cast ash upon your dull crown Without end, I fare and know— The horse smells battle from afar I labor in concupiscence for Wounds that bloom eternally
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 15, 2026
Finality, I behold A worm that gnaws at the eye Slowly giving way to impenetrable darkness The foulest and most pungent sulfur To destroy and rot the nose Torturous and hideous screams Torments and anguish to deafen I behold Blood as it seethes and boils in veins Burning pulp Nameless suffocating filth And, still I behold All the offal and scum of the world The most terrible conflagration of last days Eternally devouring, everlasting pain Preying upon spirit while racking the flesh An endless eternity of woe Yet, I proclaim: Non Serviam! Hear my execration (invocation of destruction): Hail Death! Hail Decay! Hail Chaos! Hail Death!
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 15, 2026