In the shadows where no light crawls,
I carve my name in blood-soaked walls,
A soul forgotten, dead on arrival,
In the blackened pit of my own survival.

Chains of torment, rusted and cold,
Piercing deep through bones grown old,
In endless agony I drown,
In this abyss, I wear the crown.

No hands to reach, no voice to speak,
I am the void, the helpless, the weak,
The blades whisper as they bite my skin,
Each slice a prayer that never begins.

Torn apart, yet still I remain,
Suffering is my only chain,
Nails and screws twist in my mind,
Hunting solace I’ll never find.

No lover’s gaze, no hand to hold,
Only silence, death, and cold,
I torture myself to hear a sound,
But nothing answers, only the ground.

Flesh and silence, endless night,
No escape, no final light,
In this tomb where I reside,
I’m the man who has already died.

Flesh And Silence

A child lost in walls of stone,
Eyes wide, terrified, and all alone,
Whispers crawl from the dark unseen,
Twisting truth in shadows obscene.

Step by step, his hope decays,
In the endless grip of the nightmare maze,
Every corner hides a cost,
Another piece of his soul, lost.

The voices say to give what’s dear,
Sacrifice the heart, surrender the fear,
But every clue carved in blood and bone,
Leaves him empty, more alone.

He tears the limbs of love apart,
Ripping veins from his own heart,
The more he gives, the less he is,
Lost to the void, forgotten abyss.

Tiny hands stained with despair,
Trembling in the poisoned air,
Each cry swallowed by the night,
No escape, no guiding light.

The walls close in, the darkness swells,
Trapped in his own private hell,
The boy that was is now a ghost,
Forever lost, at the maze's cost.

Maze Of The Damned

Colossus fallen
Sovereign slain
Ivory tusks now kissed by pain
A titan lies in crimson mire
A carcass throne
A funeral pyre
The earth it quakes
The heavens weep
Where ancient bones
The heavens weep
Where ancient bones in silence sleep
The jungle bows
The vultures soar
The air
A plague forevermore
From ruptured flesh and hollow eyes
A thousand mouths begin to rise
The crawling choir
The hunger blessed
A kingdom rises in his chest

Worms!
Beneath the skin they roam
Turning flesh to sacred loam
A crown of flies
A stench profound
The monarch rots upon the ground
Worms!
The architects of fate
In death they consecrate
The elephant
The earth’s decay
A feast for those who shun the day

The fetid air
It burns the sky
A putrid hymn where legends die
The marrow spills
The sinews tear
A banquet born of deep despair
O pallid tendrils
Blind and pale
Weaving through a gutless vale
The flesh a canvas
Raw and torn
The birth of dusk
The death of morn
O sovereign worms!
O parasites divine!
Devour this relic
This temple malign
Beneath the ribs
A sovereign tomb
Where endless hunger finds its womb

Worms!
Beneath the skin they roam
Turning flesh to sacred loam
A crown of flies
A stench profound
The monarch rots upon the ground
Worms!
The architects of fate
In death they consecrate
The elephant
The earth’s decay
A feast for those who shun the day
A feast for those who shun the day

And when the bones alone remain
Bleached by sorrow
Cleansed by rain
The worms will sleep
Their feast complete
Entwined in soil beneath your feet
Monarch of decay
Forever shall you lay

Monarch of Decay

Vacuum-packed in a plastic womb,
No mother’s touch; just a butcher’s room.
Snatched from the gut with a rusted claw,
Crying meat, still twitching raw.

Glass-eyed doctors, soaked in sin,
Slice him clean from skin to chin.
A fetal feast, a butcher's prayer.
They boil his bones, strip him bare.

Spinal cords like noodles twitch,
Dumped in slop for pigs to pitch.
Newborn gore in a trough of bile,
Snouts devour with glee and guile.

Grind the fetus into filth!
Feed the pigs the unborn guilt!
Guts for gold in a world insane.
No fucking soul, just blood and pain!

Vacuum-packed in a plastic womb,
No mother’s touch; just a butcher’s room.
Snatched from the gut with a rusted claw,
Crying meat, still twitching raw.

Glass-eyed doctors, soaked in sin,
Slice him clean from skin to chin.
A fetal feast, a butcher's prayer.
They boil his bones, strip him bare.

Spinal cords like noodles twitch,
Dumped in slop for pigs to pitch.
Newborn gore in a trough of bile,
Snouts devour with glee and guile.

Grind the fetus into filth!
Feed the pigs the unborn guilt!
Guts for gold in a world insane.
No fucking soul, just blood and pain!

Splayed and salted, steaming red,
No name, no grave, just butcher’s bread.
A godless rite in factory hell,
Where sacred life is minced to sell.

Splayed and salted, steaming red,
No name, no grave, just butcher’s bread.
A godless rite in factory hell,
Where sacred life is minced to sell.

They squeal and shit where angels weep,
Tearing flesh too young for sleep.
The placenta’s ripped, the brain is fried,
A banquet where the future died.

Fuck your hope; it's dead on a tray!
A child served up in the devil’s buffet.
Bastardized in steel-lit rooms,
Fed to swine like cursed perfume.

Scream, little martyr, scream for the feast!
You’re born for slaughter, meat for the beast!
Rot in the gut of a filth-slick swine,
While the world drinks piss and calls it wine.

Blessed be the butcher’s hand.
Blessed be the butcher’s hand.

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