Goddess Intrauterine Begging with such grace A longing desperation to be released A longing desire to feel at peace This warm familiarity of a home has become cold and unfamiliar This womb hath become infected A bacterial infection takes over the home of the Goddess Only pain is left in this wet chamber Pus and blood flushes the womb Mangled tissue Peeled scabs Tranquility disrupted by the slicing of a gland Internal bleeding Flattened lungs A birth after death has already begun The Goddess residing swallowed by fluids A chaotic and grotesque display The Goddess screams in overwhelming fright Drowning in pus she wallows The Goddess is tormented into a state of insanity Ripping at the womb her desperation manifests Her home flooding with fluids she weeps She cannot withstand this any longer Surrounded by pus she is empowered She tears this womb into shreds This womb torn She bursts through, screeching with vigor The uterus and womb explode Pus, blood, scabs, discharge, infections, filthily scattered The goddess is freed Her beauty on display for all the world to see

Foreign limb An entity, though attached, does not belong to me My body separated from my soul This vessel has no validity They think I have lost my sanity They say I'm psychotic I haven't lost my mind They couldn't possibly understand This limb is foreign This limb is not mine My vessels throb The blood in my arms and legs begging to escape I slit and drain them But the pleasure is momentary This dreadful sensation only returns My limbs too full A separate entity begging to be set free Frantically slashing at my limbs An exodus of blood It isn’t enough It can’t be enough until I am rid of them The horrid things that shall be bestowed upon me If I do not set them free If I do not rid my limbs of their attachment to my body A sporadic trepidation A precipitous panic I try to hold off I try desperately to resist But I can’t I cannot deprive them any longer Tearing into skin as my eyes bulge and shred, My deprived spasms foreshadow my death. Bringing a rusted razor to the surface, Flesh coated in goosebumps dripping in red. Gripping at pipes I hysterically find what I need Wires and batteries Explosive powder Wrapping and assembling Tears stream from my dirtied face Carrying dust along with them Screams echo throughout my shed Damp wood stares back at me begging for relent Detonation is the cure To this unfeasible disease of the mind With pipes strapped to the base of each brittle limb I screech in excitement Detonation Ignition Explosion Fulmination Apotemnophilic fucking xenomelia

The point at which reality is invaginated A fervent enigma We lust to know the reality We lust to know the source But our curiosity is only a hindrance For the truth is fatal We cannot withstand the veracity There is a point- at which reality is invaginated (A fatal truth) A tongue torn from the throat A skull bashed into shreds Sockets with no eyes The passage into death A fate to not be fathomed A death one shant imagine Bow to your true deity Nature is your god now Radiation infused into bodies feeble and crisp, Horrific death awaits to those who tamper with the snowy crypt Bodies engorged in ice meet a death of which we shant imagine for the terrors of the pass have driven many mad Ripping at fabric Their urge to remain alive shall only drive them insane Tearing at their shelter Pathetic attempts to save themselves met with a disemboweled brain Subzero torture Frostbitten limbs Teeth in the snow Cracks in the skull Four bodies frozen in time Creek water flowing in this empty mouth of mine A tongueless cavern presented to my deceased friends Icicles of blood from the roof of my mouth A permanent expression of terror carved into my face A fate to not be fathomed A death one shant imagine Bow to your true deity Nature is your god now

Cathartic rituals of void and black Wax coats the surface of the altar and floor Streaming down Surrounded by pine A spectral suicidal transition begins Surrounded by pine Kneeled to the floor of a forest of green Tears wept in hatred and pain A strange peace greets me with every drop An eagerness to undergo such morbidity An athame driven into parchment Guiding it to the pinnacle of flame Chimes sounded ring throughout the woods My wishes dissolve into the ether A desire to feel at peace A wish to be relieved Psychodrama engulfs my body Visions of suicidal therianthropy inundate my sight Gripping the handle of my athame I thrust into my belly, causing it to distend Dragging the blade up, sawing my organs Intestines sliced in two Spilling red onto the dirt Chanting hymns of therianthropic mist I feel not the horror inflicted on my body For a peaceful transition awaits following my expiry Plummeting to the floor my corpse causes the dust beneath me to flare The surrounding forestry up in flames; dancing as immortals observe in awe Leaving my corpse, a blue mist A spectral soul exits my carcass, entering the vessel of the Canis Lupis As my past life lays lifeless Spilling fluids absorbed by the dust My new form grows hungry My mind immersed in survival instinct A preference to human existence At last at peace I hath become one with nature I leave the burning site of my cathartic rebirth A reincarnation Therianthropic rebirth follows the carving of bloodied organs

Human puppets Faceless, nameless figures An experiment to bring me sadistic peace First to be performed on them Then to be performed on me Fluids to be vitrified Gore to be solidified An incantation to resinate the blood of my disciples Each one Stapled to the table Staring in blank ecstasy Drugged past the point of no return Each one Follows my every word Sobriety for them would have only been a curse Injections lined up pretty and neat Rusty needles glisten under the lamp Each filled to the brim with the formula of my own A formula to concrete my subjects Held down, one after one I bring the tip of the needle down Goading the blessed Slowly fading out of their psychedelic trance and back to reality A panic hits my disciples However, it’s become apparent that it’s far too late to go back Tears slowly drip down their cheeks As every one of them feels several needles slowly sink into their flesh A grainy stinging brought by the rust A sharp pain brought by the injection Too drugged to scream Too sober to remain still Blood squirts in small quantities as I pull the needles out I uncuff them For the real restraints have yet to come Arising from the glistening examination table like members of the fucking undead The drugs ware off my specimens As they attempt their exodus, their movements begin to slow Fluids, vitrified Gore, solidified The blessed, tormented Blood fucking resinated Six minutes of life Six minutes of hell In cages of flesh Crying out “just end me now” One grips at his throat Permanence now assumed Their cages of flesh Become my macabre theatre of dolls As my samples attempt to flail, their limbs grow stiffer Unbeknownst to them, they have assumed their final positions My beautiful flesh dolls Frozen in time, their blood solidified Alive but unable to move Conscious but with ever stiffening veins Their innocent glimpses of terror Permanently encased in my malevolence The process complete My experiment a success Now I shall join them Become one encased in flesh Piercing my limbs I inject myself As I laugh my last laughs And I take my last breaths I observe my friends Alive yet so lifeless Their suffering permanently glazed on their pathetic skin And I could not be more eager to join them

Withering since birth A life lived with only death in sight Visions of decay Flatlining for a lifetime Destined to decay Disease riddled organs leave me only barely living Visions of nooses and hospital beds become more familiar than the feeling of hospitality I succumb to a lingering feeling of fragile sanity Questioning anything and everything Anxieties traveling through my corroded brain Blackened brain canal Rotting stem Disease travels down the spinal cord Cranium sanguination Cotard delusion Disease riddled organs leave me only barely living Encased in a state of cessation Perpetually knowing nothing but pain, nothing but death As I decay, I walk through life A spectral held in this world against my will A state of purgatory grips at my palms Between heaven and hell Between life and death I am a living dead

Soil caresses my whitened skin, The natural world my truest friend, Dead, but dreaming, My cadaver still conscious, Engulfed by uncertainty Wind bites at my skin Decomposing, My rotten corpse erodes, Trees sway in the wind, Cleansing my soul, My truest friend, A glass atmosphere looks down on me, Its beauty unmatched, A dimming sky, Monolithic trees of green, Glacial waters rush down a neighboring stream, Harboring lifeforms more beautiful than any human could hope to be. Worms eat away at my once bountiful soul, As I stare into the ether I feel entirely whole, Entirely at peace, For death is only the climax of life. My soul and nature one and the same, Speaking to me through the whines of the wind, I am enlightened, Made aware by my surroundings, The sun sets, My consciousness is laid to rest, My cadaver decomposing in forests of green.