Bride of Insect

Welcome to the minds of the morbid, death's plan revealed to all a sanctuary secluded in darkness, a haven for demented lust. Apprentice to the jackal, creature of darkened desires demons haunting his mind, a sickness which grows from within... Disgusting nest of filth, breeding forth his disease suffering through this life, his mind exists no more! Sheltered from the light of day, he awaits the night masturbating in the dark and praying to his god. Vulture of inhuman needs, his hunger can no longer wait fucking animals long dead, bodies encrusted in the street... Disgusting nest of filth, breeding forth this disease suffering through this life, his mind exists no more! Desecrate...mutilate...the beast of a lesser god Copulate...with the dead...animal lying in the street Sickness swells...within his soul...to consume the flattened beast Antichrist...fuck you all...the fucked shall inherit the earth! Decaying flesh of discarded lives animal skulls without eyes rancid stench it draws the flies inhuman creep, a corpse his bride... Living in a nest of filth breeding forth his disease suffering through his mind his life exists no more...

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 25, 2025

Evil walks among us in the guise of man killing to be blessed, the innocent pray and die... I stick a knife into his head and twist it through his brain I pull it out and extract his eyes father, forgive my sin To a corpse, I confess, an unholy bestial sin I killed a priest to be blessed now I must kill again... My tortured soul will never rest for I am blessed by death I have pledged to myself the innocent to pray and die A pregnant whore, I come upon, walking home alone at night I beat her senseless and extract the child, father, forgive my sin... I fuck the whore's battered corpse and place the fetus in a bag I smile at my handwork and pledge my allegiance to death...

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 25, 2025

Is it my mind within your life? as I tear open your throat Or is it my life within your mind? as I suck on your open wound... I lay within your viscera cold and wet against my flesh together we dream of darkness and of death, my only love...

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 25, 2025

To whom it may concern: I'm born at last! I'm in my world, my tranquility... and the smell of my flesh annoys me and the scabs on my scales tend to itch and my eyes sometimes liquify so at times it's hard to see... I crawl upon a dead dog, lying on the edge of a pool of blood I watch as flies encircle the carcass, and the dog, we make love... and the cries from the dark scare me and the insects in my flesh tend to itch and the sky is always black and in the dog my body bleeds... To whom it may concern: at last I'm dying! Leaving my world, my place of rest... and the beasts without flesh sing to the dark and their music is the love for hate and I die, and I live, so I may die again and when I wake I've found tranquility...

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 25, 2025

A small child burning in a crib I listen to its tender flesh burn the screaming has already stopped I stare at the smoldering corpse... and now I remove the skull to keep as my reward I return to my crypt and place it in my shrine. An old man drowning in a ditch his lungs fill with water I take pleasure in his death I stare at his bloated corpse... I cut off his head and peel away the flesh I return to my crypt and place it in my shrine. Vacant skulls without life surround the coffin where I lie... Reminders of the many lives I've taken from this world... I pray to my master, Night, to keep my soul in evil faith... As I die another death, I will await new life! In a darkened crypt his ancient corpse now rots. Oblivion has claimed his soul he lies amidst the skulls... The lord of another world the abandoned vampire his shrine remains forever a place of skulls sunseen...

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 25, 2025

I have just died or so they say was it mere fate? Or have they lied... To welcome death, they would have me burn, scatter my remains and take what is mine. They tie me to a cold slab, wire my jaws shut, the oven is heated, my body shoved in... No mercy in their eyes, for I'm not dead. They close the door to lock, my life is too late... My skin begins to burn and melt it slides from muscle and bone. My insides burst from within me the smell of my body cooked... I endure the burning pain tear open my mouth to scream I feel my brain explode I'm consumed in death as flames!

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 25, 2025

Creatures born in darkness and the dampness of the earth cast in stone and hidden by the lords of another world... The legions who await yearn to have this world when the words spoken by their master awaken their restless slumber... Stones crack and bleed their hatred is unleashed with black wings they soar to an unknowing world below tearing flesh from skull disemboweling man feeding on the glistening organs of the children of a "god"... Creatures born in darkness nightmares derived from the haunts of man reaping fields of human flesh running red with blood... Humanity on a cross and nalled to the earth humanity to be served as food for a master race...

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 25, 2025

O lady of dark reality whom we visit late at night, down upon her one by one we bathe in her fetid stench. We three fiends of veneral disease pay homage to our gangrene queen- we suck upon her aged teats and breathe deep her anal breeze... O lady of wanton desires whose flesh is ours to consume, whose life is impaled upon lust and whose menstrual blood fills our cups. We three fiends of immortal fancy live to see her grace die of age, 'tis not in our hearts to bury her, but instead we must celebrate... Our lady, now death's bride drained of blood and life, we caress her hardened flesh, we suck on her limpid teats- one by one we enter her vagina, with our tongues we adore her clit. We three fiends of darkened reality- alas, we celebrate!

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 25, 2025

A mother's nightmare - to lose her only child A loss of life, an infant's tragic death A family torn apart with pain and sorrow What it the child should return...? A mother's nightmare - to see her child drown she cries for her child's life, my death In her arms she holds my lifeless form I open my eyes and cry... A mother's nightmare - to watch her child burn The burning smell of cooking flesh I'm charred beyond death itself Then I sit up and scream... Dead babies ferment in a field of flowers Overgrown with weeds and disease Dead babies rot in a field of flowers Turning black in their own blood... Dead babies dead under a sky so black Bleeding eternally Dead babies dead in a field so black But what it they should live...?

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 25, 2025

Go beyond what is wrong to an abomination or normal morality to what the brain cannot perceive. Go beneath the world to where there's movement in the dark taste the water where vermin play she is breeding... A father caresses his daughter's vagina and brings the taste to his lips Intercourse follows foreplay soon the girl will give birth... Go into a room that is dark to an abomination that's lying in a shadowed corner a young child that has just given birth. And from her vagina: a viscous trail which leads to movement in the black beneath her bed and that's where you find her sac and from her sac her flat-bodied children crawl... The father caresses his daughters vagina he finds movement between her lips- his bastard children of his bride of insect and the insects taste their father's flesh...

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 25, 2025

Dare we speak, lest our voices be heard above the din of an unnatural birth, a birth of many generations at once and we its keepers watch this horror from below take form... Dare we say, we consecrate this union of manured flesh upon which boils fester and on opening, the sores reveal "children", umbilical cords receiving liquid filth an act somewhat obscene... And so, slowly they scatter away from their blemished "nests"- oftspring born inside out moist organs adorning breast and torso and from their bowels they nurse... So what purpose would these serve? A creature which mates itself and spawns visceral demons! Dare we say, there's to be a change in the food chain - caveat...

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 25, 2025

Look what's become of you; lost for days beneath the scorching sun, without water you'll never last, but we'll wait... Now we sense you're almost dead, our noon day meal has come at last, carrion baked in the sun, we sat...

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 25, 2025