Industrial Death

Industrial Death Jun 2018

Living on the road,
Journey from town to town…
Watching- all the faces with a frown.

Far and wide I travel,
No man wonders where I go…
Not even I- care to know.

With a black bag, sitting on the street.
Level with the rich mans
Holy Feet.

Forever he will strive to
Live for money
He knows not why.
To pursue a lie,
Just to live and die.

He passed me in a quick
Flash of black and white.
To much of a hurry,
To Live his own life.

Not much do I miss,
Unlike all the rest.
But I swear I saw…
A brown stain on his lips.

I may not have very much…
My clothes filled with dust.
Mementos from the times-
I ran, on a bust.

Even though I’ve never had
What the world says I need.
I’ll never miss,
The unfulfilled pleasures of
Unending greed.
Like a silver toilet,
Just to take a ****.

Well now…
At least I have no ***-
To KISS.

Industrial Death May 2018

Useless Life

A waste of every second you live.
A million time incarnation
Nothing of “will” to give.
A product of mental castration.
Swallowed by the void
Of mass incarceration.

Elapsing the days.
Indifferent to life
As your body decays.
Living for another,
Ego denied.
Longing to survive with
A devoted persistence.
Succumb to a useless existence.

#useless #life #pessimism

Industrial Death Apr 2018

Death Lives On

In a home of truth ne’er told,
Trod upon in days of old,
Lye in aura cold
Of the walls perspiring dew.
Known of it's dwelling by a latter few.

Forever passed
From man-to-man-
But never known,
The true owner
Of the Land.

"Once there is a death in a home, it can never be bought or sold again."
- I Am The Pretty Thing That Lives In The House

Industrial Death Apr 2018

Momma

Last night I ****** her well,
Before sending her soul straight to hell.
Slicing off her head with a shard of shattered glass
I plunged my member up her ***.

“Open wide,” she looked affright,
Eyes bright blue, but dead as night.
Opened jaw, her tongue slid out.
I stuck it in without a doubt.

Off with her arms and legs to her thighs.
Out with her swollen sickly eyes.
Choice cuts for a creamy stew,
The broth brewed from her menstrual dew.

Momma said to never waste,
So her torso was left for the taste.
Tore her stomach with a rusty blade.
Her sour innards thick, I was not dismayed.

Stirring bits of boiled blood in a silver ***
With corpulent cuts of gangrenous rot.

#horror #death #insane #dark

Industrial Death Apr 2018

Of The Beyond

The embers fall-
To the worm trodden earth,
From infinity afar.
Calling me home.

A wicked one,
From a voice beyond
Both sea
And starry scape above.
Purring perpetually
Words of peace from
Inferno’s eternity.

Industrial Death Apr 2018

Slit Wrist Savior

With every lash, I relinquish despair.
Lapping with my tongue,
The blood from my slit skin.
While concluding the lullaby
Of my concocted self-destruction.

Lying back,
Between the sheets,
The sore remedy of misery
Scab the wounds of bitter moments.
Reflecting on the remedy of life.

No Romeo.
No Juliet.
In my mind, only suicide.
My only hope, my only solution.
A ****** of the shaking spear in my side.

Do it again,
I cannot sleep.
Only will I weep.
Do it now.

With a frown
I grab the blade.
Blind in the night.
Slitting my wrists.
To calm the spirits of fright.

Slashing myself to sleep.
My clock ticks two
Then at six, my hell will resume.

Industrial Death Apr 2018

Mirror of gods Incarnation

The way of God forsaken
Fallen from heaven to summon a
Hell, of which I shall awaken.
A wanderer waning from the light
Looking for a cavernous darkness to procure
Outside of mans feeble sight.

Upon a rocky hill
Aside where dwell the willow weep
Glowed a pair of eyes, peering through
A bleak mildew cave of hybrid sleep.
Caught by the encroaching light.
With a star from the east set to rise,
A voice from the midst of the yielding night
Called me into the cave indivisible by sight.

Into the dark I went-
The plane of light ascended
Furthermore!
Brought to my feeble sight,
A beast on all four.
With a symmetry and figure
Only seen in ancient lore.

In the shadow light, the
Sun exposed a body,
With skin of black and brown adorn.
Grown and withered by the hand of age,
An accolade of flesh worn as
Garments of an elder sage.

The twilight seclusion of night
Smoldered by the light of Lucifer’s reign.
Stepping back did he out of sight
With no manner of might did he appear to
Attain!

Steeping back, evermore
Of Infinite turns
To reach a plane of void
Never conceived.
Again!
The light reached my path once more.

The figure again
Appearing inane

#night #god #mirrors #lucifer #sun