Enraged & Unbound

Years of suppressed emotions of fear, of pain, of loss. Masked by a carbon veil, flesh over over blood and bone. Waiting for overrated senses of retribution, Whilst pulsing veins cultivate an inner fiend. I will obey no master, worship no falsities. Feast on your cognitive dissonance. While you hopelessly cherish bloodstained deceptions, or a force fed sense of immunity. I shall hold my ground, when everything is lost. Martyrs are made, they're not predetermined. I will stand strong, I am enraged and unbound. Every fucking day of this life, embellished with purpose where there is none. I crave for the day when the façade will finally burn. To finally reveal the deceptive warfare In which there are no heroes or villains, Simply slaves and masters. Life entrenched in the plasticity of socially engineered systems, That have been conceived to generate dependency In earthbound biological entities. Amused by the swinging of the stringshot they are bound to. I obeyed no master. Nor paid worship to the remnants of belonging. I still stand strong, when everything is lost. I shall forever hold my ground. Enraged and Unbound.

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 24, 2025

Through gritted teeth, with aching eyes, by blackened lungs, I break. With words uttered through my gritted teeth, I placate the fictitious directors, the cozeners. With my aching eyes, Dissipated and stale. I detect a mass of whitewash zealots. With my aching eyes I see them. Through gritted teeth I weep. I detest this mass of whitewash zealots! With my blackened lungs, I exhale. Expulsion of a miasmic obscurity. With black acidic blood, I sacrifice. Purification via open veins. With bloodfilled ears, I hear them transmit. Amongst encrypted transmissions I decipher. I have found the code, a rule; A binary deception. A method of control. A design, a stratagem, a means of manipulation, Extrasensory restraint. Without hesitation, without sentiment. I must expose the authors of this plot. To rid the unknowing of their remote affliction. Their autonomy is lost for the sect, for the machine. All is lost for the machine.

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 24, 2025

My mind a maelstrom of voices. Pandemonium, multiple entities occupy a single conscience. Every rational thought, disrupted. I am overwhelmed, Mental disarray. I'm engulfed into chaos, All cognizance devoured by the swarm. Human interaction is now inconceivable. What was once logic, is now hysteria. To look upon these luminous beings is blinding. They are nothing to me; But incandescent cattle; Calcified structures wrapped in living tissue. I crave to redesign them, Their ivory architecture. I defy, to resolve them of their protoplasmic prisons. To defy their corporeal architecture. My eyes ache, my muscles rip. My body resonates with viciousness. I am the embodiment of hostility, Odium incarnate. Trying desperately to rearrange these shattered pieces, I claw at remnants of sanity. But this compulsion is just irresistible. My hands are shaking, blood circulates my veins with hateful urgency. My mind a maelstrom of voices. Pandemonium, multiple entities. Multiple entities occupy a single conscience. Every rational thought has been disrupted. I am overwhelmed, Mental disarray. Engulfed into chaos,

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 24, 2025

My ominous prerogative is to cull these captives. To rupture the ascendancy. It is an act of compassion to end their incarceration. Like rodents behind glass, like rats in a maze. These mindless rodents crawl. scavenging for validity. With each blow, each incision a sacrifice made. Of flesh and blood, to the cause. I am the prophecy, I am their salvation. My true identity has been unlocked, Now it's time for the inquisition to begin. This is my pilgrimage, this is my burden. I have been sent to bring balance, To repair the damage that you have caused. I am blessed with this glorious purpose. All glimpses of humanity are now lost. Not a fragment of empathy. My obsession is now obliteration. It is an act of compassion, to end their incarceration. Extermination of this rodent scum behind glass. They shall suffer this malice.

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 24, 2025

As I walk alone, I wonder amongst shapeless shadows. They're shapeless, nameless, void of life. Alluring me, taunting me. I am falling further into insanity. Yet clarity lies beyond a crimson curtain. Self awareness revealed as just an illusion. A vivid hallucination. All remnants of validity are now lost. Amongst this monotonous din, I hear whispers. As I invalidate these shadows, This blockade of lifeless shapes. I wash myself in the crimson offerings they leave behind. I unveil the design, my elevation to salvation. My path finally made clear. I have found significance in my savagery.

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 24, 2025

Inside of me, an overwhelming obligation. To rid myself of this infliction, this dark ominous intent. A spiteful subconscious, A voice inside my head. Taunting my every move, every thought. Mocking my inability to silence him. I hold this rope like a rosary, Hail Mary. I sit clutching at the fibres. Passing it through my fingers. I visualise it caressing my neck, like a serpent. Tightening its grip, taking my breath. My ophidian friend, Save me from this absurdity. I dream of the sweet release that it shall bring me, As I straighten its tightened coils. I caress its rasping threads. I recall theatrical recreations of my accomplishment. My sweet release. Over and over, Forever on repeat. My serpentine salvation. But I am a coward, a pathetic weakling. A useless, gutless worm incapable of setting myself free From this inner persecution. I will wear my ophidian collar.

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 24, 2025

Wave upon wave of emotions pouring over me. Crashing against my body, Beating at my aching bones. Yet with desperate open hands, I am unable to seize but one. I am left drowning in this cesspool they call a soul. Against this tide of emotions I must break through. To find a hidden purpose, A reason for this desolation. Waves of pure emotion born from a sea of futility. Like locusts they swarm around me. With threats of happiness, calm and unity. They're taunting my inability to possess them. I'm left drowning in indiscriminate animosity. Like water passing through my open, broken fingers, These inconsequential feelings elude me. Not one takes hold. My skin is impermeable. Wave upon wave pours over me, Yet I remain dispassionate and cold. Inside a desperate conscience seeking significance. Inside a desperate conscience deflated. A whisper of humanity. A filament of compassion cowering behind an overpowering obsession. I am held hostage by this malignant disorder. An innate barbarity, a savage, malicious intent.

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 24, 2025

This flesh is but a screen stretched over bone, muscle and sinew. It is a concealment. Entwined with blackened veins and twisted nerves, Providing reassuring impulses and sensations. That when stimulated, Give a temporary sense of existence To an otherwise indifferent, phlegmatic entity. This protoplasmic prison. That when lacerated, reveals the truth which lies beneath. An innate savagery, An inherent compulsion, A murderous beat. With every incision, a sweet release. Overwhelming euphoria, it's free. Like a parasite it sits curled up inside of me. Desperately awaiting inside me, dormant. Awaiting its next emergence. Like an ambush predator, it waits. Its prey; A moment in time, A chemical imbalance desperation. A sanguine obligation it demands from me. Soon my own plasmic offering has no value. Dissatisfied with my contributions, it grows voracious. It starves, unresponsive to my desperate offerings. Like a starving predator it pushes boundaries as it emerges. Focused, hungry, murderous. Like maggots convulsing under a cadaver's hide. Like the possessed, a demon in sunlight. My body, misshapes as it emerges. Like a captive, desperate for escape. My muscles rip as it severs itself from restraint.

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 24, 2025