Patricidal Lust

Roots of civilization founded on incestuous rites Two gods, phallicized monstrocity, maternal archetypes, The friction of the split between them, primal confusion, Intrusion masquerades as a mutual, oracular meeting Intrusion of the object into the child, birth, fascist collusion Of psyche-somas in the season of eternal weaning Seasons in the claustrum barrel through me And they cull split and defile all self-certainty Primal tongues twisting in to futurity Incestuous split foundations of all humanity The welcoming flesh, welcome sanctification of the self Blind intrusion of the object, split animal cells I am your father -- you are mine, we are both deified We are split, with you intruding, intrapsychic infanticide Intrusion masquerades as a mutual, oracular meeting Intrusive fathers, self-sodomized, feigning deific feeling Father where have you been? All that's left is your sin Am I your child, you are my God? From incestuous union we are plunged into longing... I have introjected you, my aggressor And now, I am introjecting you, as my confessor I was molested by your guilt Penetrated by your omnipotent will You have trained me to introject Trained me to reproach, deny, neglect We are forever mired in sin Together in immanent longing... Our depths of joy in this saturation In our polymorphously perverse constitution the dissolution of our grief comes in libidinal death and the grace of mourning... In the solitude of the child the father is immobile, and the child, inspired to dream, to live in reverie of life giving forms, an ahistorical spring...

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025

Enigmatic signs giving life To the darkest burdens of mind From the touch of silence is bred The enigma of eternal disgust Mothering unconscious transmission Of the father's shame and obsession Life giving wound Open, unsated, Fatal, voracious Cannot wash the stain of abjection Turning to Gods for protection From the desire we've been taught not to trust By the enigma of eternal disgust You can't hear the lies of convention Phallic dictation of perception Life giving wound Open, unsated, Fatal, voracious Ego is born by being fucked By the enigma of eternal disgust Inherit the shame Disrobe in disgust Mask the odors of your lust, Polymorphous and unlearned Internalized horror of what lies below the belt You can't hear the lies of convention Phallus always dictating perception Of the desire we've been taught not to trust By the enigma of eternal disgust

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025

I awake - 3 AM, debilitated Jolt of pain - perpetual, waking nightmare Ruthless - yellow, crimson razor streams Cry, bleed - drops of fire flush away below me Alone in my infection The price of affection Cycle of echoing pain Brings endless sleepless torture Unpredictable microscopic Invisible attacker The object of my affection The source of my agony Sound asleep beside me Unaware that his friction creates The sensation of a thousand interstitial blades down my center I awake - 3 AM, debilitated Piercing pain - pounding, throbbing, waking nightmare Dysuria - yellow, crimson razor streams Burn, bleed - drops of fire slice me where I came

Deprivations of the flesh A quarantine in abject absence Euphoria denied: dripping, unsated phantom limb Suffocated stifled mass can feel the temperature rise By knowledge unrealized: a tumorous, parasitic grief Animus erectus Tension stretching - stretching skin Disparity of brain and loin The affliction: a disease of solitude Limerent objects intrude a stunted psyche An insane punishment Amygdalic uprising Spewing into fathomless deserted depths Pent up pain A burning traps secretions inside Involuntary celibacy Deprivation by way of obsession Stiffening with no release Endless torment with no release Eruptions silent, miserable, invisible Mere echoes of delight A distant mockery of joy Unconsummated acts Consume body and mind A prison of what could but will never be Hopeless Ugly Destructive Self

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025

Spill your seed into my father's tears His suffering All over my body His flesh Seared into the object The scent of his chest splayed open Homoerotic Patricidal Lust Let me hold you in my arms one more time Rest my head in your guts I am held in blood, warmth, sanguine, sublime Fetishization to bind Desire into chasms of suffering where the dead meet the living And the impossible object Burn of my father's tears and guts Becomes my only true love Lifeless, an object Forever mourning in lust An object, my only true love Lust begins to wither Then begins to splinter From fetish to perversion From mourning to elation Emerged from his rectal cage To breath the stench, the air, the passage The object discovered dead My palms turn skyward, loss of head Emerge from the haven of his guts from constant mourning and fixation on my lust Ancient forms, polymorphous rites, the sea, the wind, the world devoid of sexuality...

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025

The dream spills inside Forcing its way in me Horrified of what took place Of what just transpired A cloud of vague shame lurks A trace in the corners Fades into obscurity upon awakening Impassive figure towers about me Changing faces rapidly Upside down, my head is tilted Expressionless, I surrender Light shoves the filth back into the corners of my mind Feigned, perverted normalcy Blind spots get me through the day Until midnight approaches once again Violated, a sickening pleasure Disgusted by the fantasy Mind conquered by lawless desire Sublimated by lack of memory Blackness turns to grey upon consciousness Shadows shrink as daylight hits my retina Forgetful, I awake Towering figure reappears Larger than the night before Millisecond glimpse of that everchanging face I freeze in repulsion, the revelry Nausea mingled with excitement I take him in completely

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025