Steeping Corporeal Mess
Deep inside the ribs the scraping pierces Bouncing off of reflections lost Shadows in the mist Delve ever deeper Echoing through you... Clenching tightly to intestinal walls Sinuous paths Shrieking calls Building presence The haunting Fills your eyes As you see... Pouring out A blood stream Of self doubt A waking dream Of pure loss Under the cross In the cemetery Thick with fog The face peering From beyond The gravestone Near the pond Where the souls Seek sleep It speaks loud And clear... With a voice You can't hear Feel its breath Feel your fear All this time Inside you Another half Split in two Flowing through the skin Lymph to limbs Strung all throughout It waits within As you lay your body in the grass The graves speak of a past Of one you never knew Of one without you Just as it will be Once this night is through Focus shifting back To the scraping sound The time seeps in To the hole you dig below The dirt piles In around You're engulfed No sound No sight To be seen Now awake from This horrid dream Feel its breath Feel your fear The time is now They are here You know how So close your eyes Speak the words Then die...
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Jun 05, 2026
Cast asunder, casketless in a grave full without number They feel that I am already gone, and soon they will cease to be wrong Only mush is left behind these eyes Foam creeps through clenched teeth, slowly bubbling from my closed lips My nostrils are filling with the mud that was once only soil, pressed tight into my face from weight of dancing feet It's not my fault that I'm here It's not their fault that they don't hear They know not what they do, and their actions arise from fear They know nothing of the suffering that I have experienced above ground and even less of that which I now feel while below My hands burrow endlessly, tightly bound by the earth that surrounds, until they finally find each other I claw at my wrist and hold my breath, this evil will subsist, regardless of my death
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Jun 05, 2026
Noxious wake stalks Floating about you Sinuous gas Rippling out The Stench is seen Devouring the night Green it gleams With you in its sight Nostril hair is singed Convulsive cringe Out it reaches Pain it teaches Agush from the navel up Blood rots throughout within Stains now blot all around Pulsing spurts far flung Mixing in the wake Spreading through those who run It Kills all once made Suffocating, wide awake snores Melting... Clogging up every pore Covering you in sores Vivid reek melts Through you it bores Suffocating, wide awake snores Melting... Noxious wake stalks Floating about me Sinuous gas Rippling out Stench is seen Devouring the night Green it gleams With me in its sight
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Jun 05, 2026
Consolatory babble of another's bereavement, erupting sinuous, ringing in my ears Unknowing, abundantly flowing, a tumult that calls for stillness Cacophonous downpour drenches the fathomless within, reflecting with a sheen capable of eliminating all that is illuminated around me I stick out my hand to feel the breeze upon my wet skin I tilt back my head, to feel the splash of the stream, pouring from the eave above No matter how far I walk It trails close behind Leaving a path for all to find A variation of myself Steeping discorporated Drifting off, into a dripping mess of tepidity
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Jun 05, 2026
I feel my stomach turn as I hear the sloshing from inside Extraneous innards reap throughout, the flesh beneath my own subsides Every drip echoes through the chasm that was my mind The labyrinth of introspection, strewn with remains of untold expanse and ornamented with the love of the ones I can no longer know Animate mementos adorn every turn and I am overwhelmed by stagnation with every twist Draped in what was, I navigate in search of what is Drenched in the miasmal mist of my own laughter, I search through your insides in hopes of finding my own I couldn't feel further from the clarity I seek, until I am consumed by the beauty that you reek, as it drifts boundless around the mess I have made
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Jun 05, 2026