Gallows

Poor sons and fathers Burdening one another With compassion felt by few Kings of plenty take their lives With wars of the dying youth Comrades falling piling high As they lay in ruins Bury me alive Deep inside a tomb Carry out your life Dying by her side Snakes of three The son stands alone In the empire having nothing left to lose Daughters wives become the bribes And then he faces the awful truth And then he faces the awful truth I am buried alive with his bride Out of the grey stones These snakes will eat leaves of life One by one they come through breathing life Hunger creeps on him yet he never yields Ignorant and young a son cuts eyes to tail Death in hand Death in time Death of flesh but not of mind

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025

Traveling worlds and passing nights From whence you came Surgeons that cut flesh and bone But cause no pain Where gouging eyes And severing hands Make canvases for three For when the morning comes These wounds do heal Three bottles on a servant's plate Three bottles on a servant's plate Filled with hands, eyes and heart But servant and soldier Have soiled hearts And ill luck comes creeping in Miserable girl what shall you do Three bottles gone A sinning hand A swine heart And two sly eyes When morning comes the wounds do heal One man runs to where the dirt is deepest Face down and exposed The other's hands that twitch like a thief And eyes blinded by the night Setting fire wrongs the right Now beg for your bodies back

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025

We are the dogs, beaten without any remorse Skies fill wells with songs of sorrow Drink from them and become the beast Dying mothers will leave behind A filth unlike any other Father favours his second life Filthy beasts are left behind Last cradled by her dead hands Your wretched flesh must be unborn Knife from my sleeve Lying children chained and bare Like a pack of wild dogs Do our children burn like trees Their many tears become the leaves Change your human form Hunted like the filth you are Now open palms to dagger's touch Fill the basins with unborn flesh Tie my bones to the trees and weep red There a creature carrying spines and black eyes He's only given a bed to die in He is without a soul And returns to a place of exile His skin will be hacked by his own hand He is a son without a father The son burns like a tree And is given no name I will weep beneath his bones You killed this child without remorse So now kill me

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025

Pale with envy and in throne Blood boils between each cheek Turning time and life two ends will meet Mirrors and men trade life for a lie A black frame surrounds her face Yielding her fair barren skin Once again she weeps And once again he shows Her naked body lying in the earth The hunter's kill is innocent Lungs and liver are removed This slender body is vacant But still with a beating heart Having blood lust and dagger's hands Casts him to the end of time Then he shows her how to die Left barren inside the earth He whispers one last time Leaving in her mind You are less than you Have ever been and will never be Dying awake slows only heart's hammer Each cut unlike any other Easy to take each dagger's hand And sever deep into the snow Melting into her bones What was once a hunter's prey Now resides inside himself Brawn grip will not release her For sovereign mother sets tables Too long for just one feast

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025

Some will say the horses are all dead Each horse dead in its tracks Their insides filled with black tar Bloated bellies filled with your teeth Exiled son Your neck in blood The colour of maggots under your bed Knees bent in and skin unwrapped Stake in each eye a symbol of self-hate If you leave now this day will pass Stories by the fire light Will make his flesh creep An idiot for a son that shudders in fear Abandoned for murders in haste Churchyards draw him near A sexton comes on pillars of white Dead from falls in churchyard streets Waiting the wife will weep Cast out at the dawn of day Do not speak of your father You are unwanted And you should die Do not speak of your future You will have none And you should die Only sleep under the trees hanging with the youth Soon your neck will bleed Steal the bottom of their soles

It is still inside and the curtains are all drawn Cloaked in red to hide there will be no dawn This fair child shadowed by a rabid dog Day and night it salivates at heel wits far gone Minutes never rest hours turn to weeks What life is this what sight is this Her nimble fingers skin a cat alive Shuddering at the sight but with no remorse She rips and tears precious meat the body squeals Still twitching and blinking still there Grandmother of old tells us keep cupboards closed Filling pantries with worship and divine Not rotting companions we cry for in our sleep Still twitching, still blinking, still there Twenty hands long and mouth open wide Needles drag across his skin in the night Fear is not a part of her Shame for what's to come Knife in hand dripping and unclean Resting an arm on a foul wood plank She begins back and forth The dull blade takes hours to reach bone No tears no noise This is the offering With heavy breath Shadows become eyes No tears no noise I give a part of me

God will never answer or take a gentle hand Upon your final eye she rescues only men His presence may be begged on every broken knee But god will never save the innocent or free Cut off the top of their heads Cut off the bottom of their feet Spilling the blood of your sisters Grin as they die from deceit Right and loving girl Wear this scum around your neck To cover sin and sadness as they break their bread Gluttony pays in silken rags Greed tempts the chaste eyes Hearth ashes graze the skin and sleep Burning the past and letting it die Your god is dead Two sisters summon for creature To lay and wash their soiled beds Heavy toils it endures Lashes she procures from man Eating scum of man Teeth drag Scraping faeces and ingesting entrails Scraping faeces and ingesting entrails Deserving a time filled with only carnage Grinning false brides battered corpses Fit into coffins five hands long Desperate women sacrifice layers Of silken skin to wear Toes plucked like berries releasing crimson juice Lust for a carving wicked of plenty Swoop down and pluck out each eye Claw a cross on to their chests God left us beaten and blind

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025

Hunted in starvation with extinction slicing at the heel One long raven braid takes several days to burn Scalps are covered in boils Echo the sight of a festering sun Infested oneself with ivory maggots Rage takes over dismembered bodies Begin to pile against the stone Like rag dolls torn into pieces Two children are left in the cold night's air Their lips crack open Skin of the earth begins to bleed Trembling as they rot in fear Stalking them are pretty shadows Singing a lifeless note with each breath Scaling with morbidity Claws grasping at the broken branch No tracks to cover last moment of sanity An abscess burrows deep inside of reason She clasps his hand while eyes roll Into another shattered film He roots out his own bones As a sacrifice stricken adversary Coiling over harvesting eyes Upon the laden martyrs with morbidity Mourning each extremity like a broken branch Offering a sacrifice is insignificant In this realm of agony

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025