Transfixion

Trapped in a gaze where time stand still. Connected to a blur sensations deformed. We are to drown just to become. Another set of eyes among the millions.

This Spiteful Snake

Reality, this spiteful snake,. Rearing its ugly head. Venom dripping from its grin. As it tosses yet another obstacle in our way. . If given a thousand years to collect,.

The Hurt That Finds You First

End this debate. No need to dream of solace. I'll be your truth in this game that is life. Your will withering away. Among the comatose but insight's not your fate.

Swarm

Insectine man, carnivore. The shape of us, the conduct of flies. All-consuming swarm in inconspicuous disguise. Bloodseeking, parasitic. Ecstatically tracing decay.

Sickening

No one knows the soul of tears. And why can't we see human indignity. Who will laugh at the growing suffering. The bleeding rapidly breeding. Increasing.

Sane

Come and hear my twisted lies, the way I bend and falsify. A master of deception, user of an untrue smile. A rapist of the truth, adapting it to fit my cause.

Pravus

Drooling floods of Led. Armed with distorted belief. Sharp munition spat from our minds. Malignancy-rounds, automatic fire. . Black, acidic bile. Seeping wounds of shattered souls.

Pineal Gland Optics

How come I shiver, hurt and bleed,. If in dreams I cannot truly feel. Who would dare say, who would claim. This hallucination isn't real. . Synaptical glitch looking glass.

Perpetual Black Second

Trapped in a ceaseless fever of spite,. an unending fit of resentment and anger. Caught in a moment of unforgiveness. In the snapshot of a hatefilled second.

Obzen

A state of perfection, immersed in filth. Equilibrium obtained. Pure in devotion to all things unwell. This sweet Zen of our ill condition sustained. .

Obsidian

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I'm a carnal, organic anagram. Human flesh instead of written letters. I rearrange my pathetic tissue. I incise, I replace, I'm reformed. . I eradicate the fake, pre-present me.

New Millennium Cyanide Christ

I'm a carnal, organic anagram. Human flesh instead of written letters. I rearrange my pathetic tissue. I incise, I replace, I'm reformed. . I eradicate the fake, pre-present me.

New Millenium Cyanide Christ?

I'm a carnal, organic anagram. Human flesh instead of written letters. I rearrange my pathetic tissue. I incise, I replace, I'm reformed. . I eradicate the fake pre-present me.

Neurotica

Subdued and repressed. A son of the vortex in faceless progress, coaxing, tugging, grinding. So elevated so God.. Refit this vessel of confusion to bring the eloquence of the mute..

Mindu2019s Mirrors / In Death - Is Life / In Death - Is Death

So imminently visible, this cloaked innocent guilt. Sentenced to a lifetime, a second of structure chaos. Trampled by the ferocious, raging crowds of solitude.

Mind's Mirrors

The feeding frenzy of my starving soul, gnawing voraciously at the bones, the exo-skeletal patchwork protecting my own reflection within. The twin-and-same engaged in the mirrored act of chewing away at the shell of my attacking self. The paradox unseen.

Marrow

Lasciviously they move. Two powers bound for unity. Like magnets, they align, under immunity. The product of their congress, their libidinous deed. Insatiable mouth of conflict and greed.

Lethargica

The void clenches its determined jaws. A lethargic, careless motion to kill. Monstrous, prodigious, indifferent. Slow and deliberate its torturous skills.

Imprint Of The Un-saved

The scattered jigsaw of my redemption laid out before my eyes. Each piece as amorphous as the other. Each piece in its lack of shape a lie.