The Lurid Glow of a Dead, Burning Body
I smell the air and it calls to me A pungent stench of burning flesh I follow the lure of the flame and the smoke I gasp so deep, I begin to choke The flame dies...my arousal depletes A lick, spit on a smouldering corpse A new ritual I must abide Hunt for skin, stalking flesh A stash of carrion for me to burn Aroused by sound of body fat spitting Engorged at the sight of searing flesh The lurid glow of a dead, burning body Charred faces and splintered bones Molten blood and dripping fucking eyes Only the most vile need to die Force fed a blade Only the most vile need to die Forced march to the flames
Submitted by Morgoth — Aug 21, 2026
Microscopic, cellular level discovery To wield the power of blood Determining the possibility For a new kind, a new kind of weaponry Forged from blood Sadistic blood technology By life, cell death Buy life, sell death Weaponry of blood Human Iron Armoury of souls Biomineralization Harvest and harnest Realisation of a new reality Dawn of a new brutality Forged from blood Wrought with souls Sadistic blood technology By life, cell death Buy life, sell death Weaponry of blood Human Iron Armoury of souls Tonnes of blood For just a single bullet Tonnes of death Scavenged scarlet fluid
Submitted by Morgoth — Aug 21, 2026