Apertures

(<em>Instrumental</em>)<br/>

Submitted by johnmansley — May 10, 2026

Will you meet my gaze <br/> Through your bleared mucosa? <br/> Conjoined as we have become <br/> Daubed with cauls of phlegm <br/> The cloying residuum <br/> Of the mutability of the flesh <br/> The repulsive stigmata that mark us <br/> As damned <br/> Contagion ascendant <br/> <br/> Our minds are hollowed inside out <br/> By predatory thoughts <br/> That gorge themselves upon our memories <br/> And gnaw on the gristle of our sanity <br/> I feel their larvae writhe <br/> Beneath the fragile blistered skin <br/> Of gossamer unconsciousness <br/> Like a foul vestigial twin <br/> <br/> A tumescent psychogenic growth <br/> With agglomerated eyes <br/> This canker feigns quiescence <br/> But its pallid eyelids flutter <br/> Behold as it stirs from its torpor <br/> With a slack and toothless maw <br/> To distend the birthing sac <br/> Of a world that should not be <br/> <br/> You cannot unsee <br/> Your psyche’s abhorrent progeny <br/> <br/> Beneath the membrane of the abhumane <br/> Your dislocated eyes are open <br/> This mingling can never be denied <br/> Your mouth is always open <br/> <br/> You cannot unsee <br/> Your psyche’s aberrant effigy

Submitted by johnmansley — May 10, 2026

(<em>Instrumental</em>)<br/>

Submitted by johnmansley — May 10, 2026

The wretched innocence <br/> You chose to squander <br/> Is trodden down <br/> Into the dirt <br/> Over-ripened pleasures <br/> Steeped in guilt <br/> In abnegation’s mire <br/> <br/> A calumny awaits <br/> For the prey that squirm <br/> In the throes of their abjection <br/> The dissipation of their hopes <br/> <br/> Nothing is immune to this ennui <br/> Nothing <br/> <br/> Scoured unclean by this anaesthesis <br/> The numb aseptic bliss of dis-completion <br/> Nothing is immune to this ennui <br/> Nothing <br/> <br/> The essence of the blemish <br/> On flyspecked epidermis <br/> Nameless curvatures <br/> Dissimulating sensuality <br/> <br/> Disgorging disease <br/> The mark of the soiled <br/> Condemned as Pariahs <br/> Anathema, spoiled <br/> Drowning in dark <br/> And flensed by dismay <br/> Our weakening flesh <br/> Is afire with decay <br/> <br/> Suspended in a cataract of dark <br/> The grim viscosity of gods <br/> In the fathomless abyss <br/> Of intolerable formlessness <br/> Nothing is but skin on skin <br/> Alive with interpermeation <br/> Through black apertures of distended space <br/> Our bodies fall through yours <br/> <br/> Nothing is immune to this ennui <br/> Nothing

Submitted by johnmansley — May 10, 2026

(<em>Instrumental</em>)<br/>

Submitted by johnmansley — May 10, 2026

The truth is there <br/> To tear apart <br/> Exsanguinate and purge <br/> The scourge of being <br/> Insidious black light corrupts <br/> Disgorging spores that seed <br/> Our misery <br/> <br/> The ashes of those who died first <br/> A corrosive miasma that chokes <br/> Sears through the flesh of my hands <br/> And blackens my eyes and my throat <br/> <br/> The truth is there <br/> To tear apart <br/> Exsanguinate and purge <br/> The scourge of being <br/> Insidious black light corrupts <br/> Disgorging spores that seed <br/> Our misery <br/> <br/> In this pestilential mire <br/> Self-dehumanised and scorned <br/> My poisoned blood mingles with the effluent <br/> As I submerge myself in sludge <br/> <br/> In my heart I know <br/> As spoilage fills my eyes and mouth <br/> It didn't have to be like this <br/> This viscous tar of debilitating shame <br/> <br/> But the truth is there <br/> To tear apart <br/> Exsanguinate and purge <br/> The scourge of being <br/> Insidious black light corrupts <br/> Disgorging spores that blight

Submitted by johnmansley — May 10, 2026

(<em>Instrumental</em>)<br/>

Submitted by johnmansley — May 10, 2026

In the grip of recrimination <br/> I claw myself in spirals <br/> With sclerotic, failing limbs <br/> That cannot bear this burden <br/> On these abraded stumps <br/> Of amputated self <br/> Featureless and vague <br/> Like so much mangled clay <br/> <br/> Unearth traumatic truth <br/> Exhume these welted clods <br/> Severed shreds of memory <br/> Stitched disfigured guilt <br/> Embrace malformity <br/> Clawed free from the tatters of sanity <br/> A shrivelled denuded mind <br/> Charred by desperation <br/> <br/> Sear from my eyes <br/> These polluted visions <br/> Fear of the flesh <br/> That is my noxious prison <br/> Scarred and repellent <br/> The embodiment of loathing <br/> I cannot bear this form <br/> <br/> Vitiated husks <br/> Alike in castigation <br/> The homunculi of taint <br/> Bathe willingly in spoilage <br/> Black humiliation <br/> Corroding dignity <br/> The all-corrupting blight <br/> That coats my throat forever <br/> <br/> Deeper down <br/> Further in <br/> Darker depths <br/> Blacker sins <br/> Failure's weight <br/> Drags me down <br/> Broken willed <br/> Ashen crowned <br/> <br/> I cannot bear this form...

Submitted by johnmansley — May 10, 2026

(<em>Instrumental</em>)<br/>

Submitted by johnmansley — May 10, 2026

Shame is a womb <br/> Gravid with tumescence <br/> From which my stillborn future peers <br/> Blackened with grime <br/> A foulness unassuaged <br/> Bruised with cruelty and neglect <br/> Never dealt the true extent <br/> Of the punishment it earned <br/> <br/> Relive it now, the compulsion overwhelming <br/> The taste of ruination in my throat <br/> The greasy mouthfeel of corruption <br/> Malign euphoria of self-betrayal <br/> <br/> And all that I’ve learned <br/> Is that this will never end <br/> For as long as I still breathe <br/> A mannequin of filth <br/> Crawling with the larvae of obscenity <br/> <br/> Prostrate in abasement <br/> Unclean and abhorrent and vile <br/> Encaged in this wreckage <br/> The body and mind I defiled <br/> <br/> And so it shall remain <br/> <br/> The torment of embodiment <br/> The alienation of the flesh <br/> I am odium, indelibly disgraced <br/> And mottled with the pockmarks of reproach <br/> <br/> And all that I’ve learned <br/> Is that this will never end <br/> For as long as I still breathe <br/> A mannequin of filth <br/> Crawling with the larvae of obscenity, I rise <br/> <br/> I rise!

Submitted by johnmansley — May 10, 2026