The Axis of Perdition
Album • 2011
"Am I dead?" "Of course not Mr.Urfe...this is only the beginning.."
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Feb 11, 2026
Pain unveiled Revealed suffering I am awake to torment beyond sensation Unless I dream in agony This nightmare is reality Writhing undulation Dull disorientation Senses assaulted beyond perception Entangled in remnants of cracked security Tearing at gossamer threads of sleep Unable to return to the womb of unconsciousness Sloughing off skin and shedding out sentience Retreating away from the crushing sensations Burrowing into the soft flesh of despair Revulsion envelops swirling senses Seeping and creeping into every crevice Held close and raped by the crawling insanity Sliding back down the throat of convulsion Claustrophobia waves of nausea curiosity wars with terror Fitful flickering of illumination by a single encrusted bulb Heightens horror at the speed of pain consuming rationality What lurks in the dark tilted at angles leering from the outside Feet slick and slimy in detritus faeces and cast of meat Bones licked clean of meat stark in the putrid mass Slopping through the mesh floor ruin falling to infinity Grime crusted and caked by filth terrified eyes peering up The stench is intolerable and the cacophony unendurable A sound like humanity screeching in agonised unison Reality lies bending and breaking like some tortured beast Fluxing in contraction and expansion I hold myself and weep
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Feb 11, 2026
Wreckage and ruin broken yet breathing Crawling on blindly mentally bleeding Ragged and fractured scratching at meaning cling to futility To pale shreds of reason clattering onwards Ignoring the signs crumbling concrete Stained and weeping slither through spaces Clogged with detritus crack in the wet walls Bulging with pale flesh the chaos is infinite No end to the labyrinth I feel their imploring eyes Writing their pain into my parchment skin howling and whimpering Reaching with grasping senseless fingers squeezing through the breathing walls My wretched audience undulates flapping docile empty mouth Bereft of language other than gibberish eyes devoid of any emotion The great unwashed spasm and flail pallid and quivering Pinkish grey and listless the concrete is pocked and broken Monstrous tracts of glistening flesh pulsing and writhing In peristaltic undulation as through the placental tissue Of some larval aborted god Crawling downwards Stagger onwards Always downwards I’m worming downwards Watched by those pathetic eyes Writhing convulsing flesh The omnipresent stench of faeces and fear Into the womb of the spiral Led by the sigils and portents
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Feb 11, 2026
Convulsing labyrinth of flesh conciseness contorted Attempting to communicate sigils and portents Signs and portals scribbling of the amalgamated Rantings of the consumed struggling to be heard Beyond the screaming nausea of a billion flies Burning eyes pale unseeing Observant of everything comprehending nothing But the totality of consumed being crying to be heard Beyond the retching pulse of complete and total violation Will I become like them You will not For you are something special Will I become like them Not unless you want to Because you are something special Nurtured and cherished in the womb of filth You will blossom and the world will weep I will shine the world will blind and see anew from cauterised wounds I don’t know where the words are coming from crawling ever onwards Into the spiral We are the spiral Can you feel its pulsing confluence can you taste the essence of loss Can you breath its fumes of rendered lives can you swallow it and become the greater self Crawling in the darkness senses dying blessing made of melted flesh Scratching rotten concrete fingers bleeding identity is washed away Pleading empty echoes pain unanswered becoming one with spiral mass Begging to be answered to be ended grasping for a broken meaning
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Feb 11, 2026
Unwound Unbound Crawl down The throat Of the unbidden Unspiralling self Where perpetual Darkness warm and wet Awaits in the gloom Festering with potential Pick me apart and wash away the purity Sift out all the specks of waste And cobble them together With vinegar and brown paper Into a loathsome bulging form Flesh piled upon flesh Twisted and contorted Screaming at its Grotesque facsimile Of life This is your reward Enjoy it with a sickening smile
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Feb 11, 2026
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Cloying membranous tissue mucosa coating amniotic drench Adjustment to temporary peace before the new torment begins The darkened womb is warm and soft air heavy with the reek of fear Anticipation fills the respite A womb-like peace after the slog through pain I feel the changer before me I feel the changer within me I will break you I will peel away Useless shreds of self and remould your mind I will shape you I will hone your pain Into a living blade to sculpt the world anew I feel its presence seeping into my bones Conundrum given shape that I might grasp its meaning In the shadows of recessed dark Knotted in the spiral matter The changer waits and weighs the supplicants Those it finds unworthy it amalgamates Absorbed in mind and flesh into the spiral The mindless seething mass of howling flailing limbs The eternal writhing torment the agonised coalescence I am judged of superior ilk It turns its baleful influence upon me My mind and flesh begin to warp unravel
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Feb 11, 2026
Coiling and uncoiling I am transfigured perception and sanity are washed away Limitation of the flesh no longer restrict I flow from form to form shaped by my desires Explosively expanding consciousness filling all lacuna with tendrils of knowledge Shapelessly exploring new found intelligence flailing through arbitrary forms I test myself My form now follows my function as progenitor of a new world I am both seed and womb I will follow the ichneumon method Planting my children in the worlds yielding flesh Engorging on uncorrupted meat we shall multiply We will nestle in the worlds warm breast Spreading beneath the surface burrowing deep We will slough off the dry dead surface reality I am the suckling spore I am the seedling I am the breeding germ I am the foetus I see the layers peeled away The beauty of the terrors I enjoyed disintegration of the minds cataracts Revealing the glory of the greater truth behind all Sight sucked clean of light all delusions are torn away I already was what I have become I was my own torment and pain Render the veil made of flesh the illumination leaves no crack untouched Here in the womb of red understanding I comprehend the spiral and weep It was with me all along coiled inside my muted mind twisted and writhing to be free To unleash the horrid potential stored within I broke myself I was my own tormentor I was the illness I am the cure I was Pylon in the dark shadow I was the letter and the library I was the hanging man and the light in the pit I was the blow to the head I placed myself upon the spider I tended my own wounds and locked myself inside the tenements I told myself this was not the end, but the beginning Now I gift myself back into the world I stand in the doorway beckoning them in Soon the world will weep with joy When the world has been prepared for rebirth
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Feb 11, 2026
I bask in the presence of myself Intermingled with the flesh I came to know All deceptions have been slowly washed away The darkness was always myself reflecting back at me I was always both the carrier and the spore The alluring scent that brings the insect to the corpse Coated with its pollen I will bring great change I will crawl into its flesh and fertilise the world I was my own fear my own diseased landscape I feel the wounds and pain of the filth I created Screaming my own name through the fractures in the world I was the cipher the letter and I broke myself
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Feb 11, 2026
"It began...and ends with Pylon Pylon stands in the doorway, beckoning me in"
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Feb 11, 2026
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