II: Morphosis

In the swamp by the lakeside In the leaden skies' unrest A heart lay solely beating At an eldritch behest Listen them sing when the moon's ablaze! Where sombre trees bow grandly upon dark gates of moss He reached out for a secret that should have remained lost ...He hailed his grave Heed this tale of him who heard the lunatic refrain Now consumed by the black earth - never to be seen again From his dying womb his foul remembrance crawled the firth A roiling plague, his shadow thick - miasmal afterbirth Black miasma over fields of red Condemned to contain the virulent curse in him; His asylum inside the lungs of townsmen Black death to make them revel and sing A hundred-voice hymn dying Spawning from the water Stirring from the spring of bones Leaking from the cracks of earth The pestilential fog enthroned In the echoes of their dying chant In the dirges of their souls nearing death At the dawn of their new renaissance Lowered lies the conqueror's wreath Black death over fields of red ...And their chant goes on and on and on...

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 25, 2025

On through the sleeper's lair... This vestibule of bones The dream-like lion's den His serpentine abode A way one only fares At lucidity's end And the death of comprehension - The sleeper's time of wake A convict of coercing silence Trapped I am, inside these bowels rendered dead and timeless Gatekeeper: how long must my shade still lengthen? "Ceaselessly... until thou findst redemption at His altar" Pledge thy vow... without retreating thy glance Kneel and bow... with purest obeisance In the dead of the night... succumb to the cult By the killer's sight... thy blood is bound to halt Absorbed by that which calls me, voicelessly The dread that lies beyond what my eyes can see... Restlessly, like waiting for an axe To take a swing and chop my head off I squirm and tremble Is this where I shall witness my last? Is this the way my days are bound to pass away; In despair and solemnly aghast? A black chime airs, paving way for an ungodly mass The hour drawing nigh, I feel it in my bones It's calling me inside... the nightmare's heart and soul To doze the violent dreams in the sleeper's stead - The predator unchained from its depths My path leads on through honeycombed flesh corridors My vanquished soul in this living death's undertow; In desolation, my ashen lips in an averse moan I lay down on a stone with bloodstains ...My eyes 'come heavier And into the night my struggling fades My bane in this ritual deep inside my brain A whisper the knife that cuts the weak bonds Of rapture and pure agony ...The lion roars

Beneath the coffin's lid Within the skull Trapped in the ribcage Coursing in-scapula In worm-eaten sockets And maggot-gnawed fingertips In the dirt under toenails An essence still perseveres Face death and taste the fear; Just rot to feel and rot to hear The labyrinth of veins The walls of your lungs Your loin once so fruitful Your muscles and cerebra The fractured membranes The chamber in your heart's stead This whole collapsing temple By myriad fungi devoured And faster than you drift on The foul yellow plague takes hold of you

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 25, 2025

"Follow me into the flames Take leave of your eroding remains And out from this bodily masquerade" "Out from this cold Staleness and warmth ...Into the void Into the astral embrace The end of your strains; The shadowless plane awaits "So come forth, my servant: Let us hereby commence The cleansing of the air!" Meanwhile in its mold, the flesh lies still Coldly waiting for its weight to descend in the deep Yet further in the waste behind those eyes The fragments seek, like moths seek flames To immaterialize... and shatter away In a requiem of pale voices A funerary anointment for the deceased A ceremony foregone within To disband of earthly chains Across thresholds black, in effulgent halos' glare As an invitation back into the fleshless herd Disguised in muted voices, in otherworldly prayers The redeemer sounds the bell to sanctify the air ...Upon the death of form diffusing into the state of nonbeing "Embrace me, o son of sacred spirit Embrace me like a vial must embrace the weight of wine And observe as we degenerate the altar Set fire to the mercurial veils between all times Thirsty and unfeeling, my coven lies We shall strike down and lacerate with ever-hungry knives Drink the blood of the heart, gouge out the eyes And separate the limbs, for now thou must stand and rise In death undying, to face and receive the divine" In the cleansing of the air Dissolution absolute Exorcism of the shape The carcass thriving With the strangest of fruit ...Thus sounds the bell its solemn tone As one embarks for home

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 25, 2025

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A simple picture - people mourning At the grave of a recently lost one I laughed, they cried Obscure clouds applied to the sky While outside in the fall night Past the funeral - the glimpse of a black cat The same mist now fast applied Someone late came to life The funeral was over and I had to admit That more than sorrow in the air to rid The presence of madness and the coldness of death In my head like the reapers laurel leaf wreath There’s only fear and darkness to devour The underworld - transmigration Nightmares arrive and won’t go by Sleep won’t divide my day from my night In my broken mind death may die There’s no light In my room a dark cloud swallows the light In my stead just two eyes with but darkness in sight In my arms a passed love - a grave for my bed In my head the voices of the spirit of the dead There’s only fear and darkness to devour - the underworld Nightmares arrive and won’t go by Sleep won’t divide my day from my night In my broken mind death may die There’s no light In my mind, even death may die In the light of the underworld...

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 25, 2025

Joint depression, this congregation of the foul The ceremony of unlight, where the wrongful are called A child’s step weavers, as fragile as their souls At the threshold of misfortune; here you don’t belong Don’t bring them here in the warmth of damnation there's more joy Bring a knife and a chalice, bring the virgin of grail Strip her to shatters of void to haunt in between the aisles All once pure is now lost, forged to null and stale Never again speak with words to me Your blood means nothing to me Never again look at the face of him Your blood means nothing to him Don’t bring them here in the warmth of damnation there's more joy

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 25, 2025

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Dark matter from timeless streams This flux of souls redeemed Through black holes woven In between the wake and the dream Amorphous in silver seas Coalescent in surreal Like mercury, my essence slowly dispersing Here I gaze upon the deep, enormous outer reach Whence projected lay demons born within Here I face my suffering; My fears, my mortal grief My prospects, hopes and dreams; All drowned as callously Deep down in the seething, hoary depths The lips of the orifice of rebirth Disgustingly they throb Watching terrors, one by one Emerge in raw and unimpeded violence With the rage of suns Succumbing to the bane to come; In fragments nowhere-bound I linger on in halls of stained vermillion I join as one with nightmares old as stars of Scorpius My being but a torch in the strange horizon Debris caught in a cyclone: nothing I am, no more No walls remain to seal the endless cold Deprived of the "I" In a mercurial insight Of this cosmic womb, of all times Of worlds designed to die On through the cold view The silver endlessness Nothing... nowhere As in a dream Reaching for death ...A sombre descent lies ahead The outer reach brooding like a tumour over me And with the ardour of a snake hunting for prey The salivating orifice lay lusting to swallow my being The struggles vain: The aspirations for a higher entity Now slipping out of reach Into bowels of flesh Disintegrated by the reek The acidity of the earthly decree In a storm of carnal need The true crown withers away Fleeting... seething... The impregnation of the soul Into measurable forms Of mortal existence Sleeping... breathing... The parasitic embryo Shaping in the foetal mould Gathering its strength For eating through The vaginal phlegm To be reborn

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 25, 2025