Relapse Into Absurdity
A flash before the eyes Bursts of nausea and pain Immense radiation Passes through the core Spasmic waves Limbs convulsing Spasmic waves Slowly decomposing A sense of awe at the Cruelness of nature As the skin and organs Begin to break down Spasmic waves Limbs convulsing Spasmic waves Slowly decomposing Completely paralyzed Stem cells severely damaged Hallucinations kicking in While absorbed by the soil Animals Attracted by the putrid stench Scavеnging for scraps Of the decaying flesh Thе soul has left Degraded to manure No longer a being Just a form of rot Convulsed in decomposition Convulsed in decomposition
Submitted by Pestilence — Jun 03, 2026
Indecent priests Depraved in mind Pale, sweating skin Neither living nor dead Determined To fulfill Their foul Vocation Ill calls into the void Human tongues Would refuse to obey Vicious cacophonic chants Bring to life what shouldn't be Vicious cacophonic chants Horrors, no eyes should ever see Obscure figures Trembling silhouettes Materializing From the shadows Black goo runs Out of turbid eyes While evoking The deepest dark Vicious cacophonic chants Bring to life what shouldn't be Vicious cacophonic chants Horrors, no eyes should ever see
Submitted by Pestilence — Jun 03, 2026
Zenith to abyss During epochs of splendor Our minds converge A path that divides Adjusts the future To prosperity or ruin The decision more than the moment that is longed for Ignorant of consequences that arise Tides of consciousness Across the aeons Ironically, striving for a better life Brings you closer to your own demise Supposed progress culminating In an inevitable descend Programmed for conflict Doomed to fail Programmed for conflict Doomed to fail Admonishing history Lost or destroyed Foul ideologiеs acting as Catalyst for extermination Ironically, striving for a bettеr life Brings you closer to your own demise Supposed progress culminating In an inevitable descend
Submitted by Pestilence — Jun 03, 2026
The fall not too deep Greeted by stench Methane billow Shrouded in black Hazardous inhalation While shivering cold Panic, the last emotion Consciousness wanes Gaping wounds Meet the unknown Infectious filth Seeping through thin skin Gaping wounds Meet the unknown Infectious filth Drenched in purulence Bacteria conquering Unfamiliar habitats Violent surges Obliterate any defense Metabolic waste Gathers within cysts The metamorphosis Almost complete No one, no one had a clue As to what was happening for—, for over a decade It's a process, it doesn't happen overnight Uh, when you, uh, when you depersonalize another person And view them as just an object Uh, an object for pleasure instead of, uh, a living, breathing human being From a person to object in a matter of days Marinated cadavers swallowed by sewage From a person to object in a matter of days Marinated cadavers swallowed by sewage From a person to object in a matter of days Marinated cadavers swallowed by sewage From a person to object in a matter of days
Submitted by Pestilence — Jun 03, 2026
Twisted truth seems so wise Deceptive tongues lead astray Foul incantations spewed out Venomous lust for control Lies whispered in susceptible ears Hidden in secret covered by shades Greedy hands touch forbidden pale flesh Quiet tears wiped from pain contorted faces An archaic sinister scheme Devourers of innocent souls Gullible sheep gathering around A pack of ravenous wolves A sanctuary corroded by gloom Befouled desecrated shrines Leading disciples into doom Darkness cast on withered minds Insidious Insidious
Submitted by Pestilence — Jun 03, 2026
Maybe I should've killed four, five hundred people Then I would've felt better Then it would felt like I really offered society something You know, if I wanted to kill somebody I'd take this book and beat you to death with it And I wouldn't feel a thing Still cleaning the pathetic facade you build A brittle construct of pretense Frantically clutching at the strings of control Wrapped in an emotional blanket Stumbling through the labyrinth of stagnation Weight of monotony etched into your bones Prisoner of routine Architect of your own limitation Stumbling through the labyrinth of stagnation Weight of monotony etched into your bones Prisoner of routine Architect of your own limitation Wearing the mask of righteousness A self-proclaimed guardian of morality Yet, your empathy is confined to yourself Upon a lofty steed, shallowness beneath Faced with a genuine crisis The walls of your vessel grow thin Fragmenting into oblivion Unable to hold the rot within Soulless and anencephalic Empty husk of deteriorating flesh Awaiting inevitable demise Perhaps your body will nourish earth Pathetic fuck, a head beyond repair Pathetic fuck, waste of precious air Pathetic fuck, your existence, a burden unfair Pathetic fuck, in the void, no one will care The seed you planted Growing a mutated form Root of perceptiveness No one ever asked for Separate the branches Cut away the dead In hope that truth Will regrow
Submitted by Pestilence — Jun 03, 2026