Futile
In desperation I have sunk<br/> Failure is the weight that anchors me<br/> To ungodly ways<br/> In the murky depths is where I’m lodged<br/> A rotting, ill-made vessel<br/> Sentenced to the waves, stripped bare by the gale<br/> Out there, above, the ships pass in the night<br/> Far beyond the great sea, their destination lies<br/> These rags of filth and webs of dark times<br/> Let me sneer at understanding<br/> Madness, winding about me in ribbons<br/> Reason is devoured, like the ill-vessel to the waves<br/> A wound deep in the bowels of a barren sea<br/> This unholy cathedral of sickness...
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Mist embrace marble, step timidly<br/> Evening shed, bled through fissured glass<br/> Sapless leaves caress her marble sheet<br/> Church bells, far-flung, ring<br/> Within this coffin, she lays her head<br/> A waning, ambered silhouette<br/> Breathe whispers, my words trembling<br/> Dust motes clutched in suspension<br/> Remove her finery, bloodless skin<br/> On her knees, in a posture of prayer<br/> My breath flew, thrust-through, barbed thorns<br/> Church bells, far-flung, ring<br/> Collapsed on her back, once pinned in the dirt<br/> Buggered whore, stare under her skirt<br/> Tongue upon thigh, lick careless lust<br/> My breath makes a path through the dust<br/> Her habit hiked up, black, rotten and tattered<br/> Flung over her head, fingers seize upon her neck<br/> Foreplay embark, tongue pushing past<br/> Whisper a path through her dust<br/> Hushed lips I kissed, an open wound<br/> Whilst teardrops cleave the worm’s acre<br/> God’s faithful laid bare to lust<br/> My breath makes a path through the dust
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Like a child<br/> Frightened of the dark<br/> You clench up<br/> Hatred consumes me<br/> When I look upon you<br/> Cleanse me of your naivety<br/> And kill yourself<br/> You don’t give head<br/> Lifeless bag of flesh<br/> Don’t force me to tell you<br/> To kill yourself<br/> Fucked you for fun<br/> You were my toy<br/> With every word<br/> Your breath nauseates me<br/> So kill yourself<br/> Frigidity is a plague<br/> So kill yourself<br/> I need a whore to punish
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Ye so-called pious, ye self-styled elect,<br/> Behold your spoils.<br/> The harvest once sown, unwitting, in vain<br/> Ye now shall reap.<br/> Rulers by fear and by torment,<br/> By threat of damnations teeth at our heels.<br/> Now cower with heads in the sand<br/> And backs to the whip.<br/> Unmasked as humanity’s traitors,<br/> What say ye now? Your Gods stand before you in truth.<br/> A thousand gross of necks to strangle,<br/> A thousand gross of heads to hew.<br/> Elect, ye have indeed been chosen.<br/> With blood to wash us clean of you.<br/> We are omega and omega, the last and the only.<br/> Behold, we come with clouds; <br/> And every eye shall see us;<br/> And all the kindreds of the Earth will wail because of us.<br/> God, the invention you wrought in your image.<br/> Now twists the earth from under your feet,<br/> And from out your fevered clutches to laugh in your face.<br/> Of life’s tree we shall also feast, and reclaim<br/> The eternity bequeathed to us.
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026