Banquet of Scum
In the dim twilight of night At that secret, vile hour I skulk along the darkened streets With a sickened urge to devour Wading through the waste I am a grime fiend Sucking sewage, eating gunk I am a grime fiend Waiting in the alleyways Hunkered among the discarded meats I wait until all is silent To slink out onto the street Wading through the waste I am a grime fiend Sucking sewage, eating gunk I am a grime fiend The smell, the stench I crave, I need Unleashing the crowbar Prying the manhole cover Descending the filthy ladder Entering the bowels of the city Smelling the putrid air Tasting the rancid water Splashing in the excrement Wallowing in delight
Submitted by Lake of Tears — Aug 14, 2026
Awakened from a confused sleep I'm handcuffed to this chair I try to get up, to escape this entrapment But only my hands are free Screaming bodies, strapped to the alters Giant stone pillars hovering above Alone in this control tower A massive console in front of me I can reach all of the buttons So many flashing lights. I just don't understand Screaming bodies, strapped to the alters Giant stone pillars hovering above I can see them, strapped to the alters My will to kill them all hovering above The chasm sprawled before me I can see all those writhing forms In frantic desperation I press a button In horror and excitement I watch a pillar come crashing down Obliterating the body I now know that I must crush them all In eager bloodlust I press the switches My will causing their demise And once the lights stop flashing My captors show themselves to me Crushed bodies, strapped to the alters Giant stone pillars covered in gore I can see them, those pulpy human remnants My will to kill them all has now set me free
Submitted by Lake of Tears — Aug 14, 2026
I have read about the sect Who pledge their meat to his cause Freshly cleaved from each disciple Winning his favour through masochistic gore I am marked for death, to be butchered, hacked and flayed alive for the fleshmaster I need to join the sect I must pledge my meat to him Preparing for the ceremonial rend Through disembowelment I will transcend I am marked for death, to be butchered, hacked and flayed alive for the fleshmaster I burn my clothes Anoint and wash myself Unsheathe the blade To begin the ritual Slice through my flesh Saw through the fat Carve off the meat Spill forth my guts Crack all my bones Bathe in my marrow Through my self-slaughter I gift my blood and guts to him I am marked for death, to be butchered, hacked and flayed alive for the fleshmaster I have met my death, as I am butchered, hacked and torn apart as pledge for the fleshmaster
Submitted by Lake of Tears — Aug 14, 2026
Waking from ta restless sleep Bedsheets caked in dried mud and grass Horrid memories of unspeakable atrocity Haunt my slowly waking mind I know what I must do Feed it their fresh bodies Stinking of mudlust I bury them all in the swamp I turn to my side but see only emptiness Calling out my children's names but no one's there Rotten visions of their faces coated in slime Is it true? Could I have carried out this brutality? All it once it comes back to me In a trance I had dragged them there Drawn by that gurgling voice Their screams muffled by the muck I know what I must do Feed it their fresh bodies Stinking of mudlust I bury them all in the swamp It dawns on me now what I've done My family murdered by my hands As that voice commands me for more I know they were the first but won't be the last II know what I must do Feed it the fresh bodies Stinking of mudlust I bury them all in the swamp I know what it craves That mire of rotting bodies To stop the voices I must feed them all to the bog
Submitted by Lake of Tears — Aug 14, 2026
Distant rumbling - destructive force unseen Sky changing - to a colour putrid and vile Winds screeching - a chittering in the air Storm brewing - approaching whirlwind of bugs Cyclone of maggots Vortex of disgust Ears ringing - the buzzing of billions of wings Skin crawling - exploding impacts of pupae Children screaming - mandibles piercing the flesh Tornado arriving - a thick squirming mass Cyclone of maggots Vortex of disgust Whirlwind of chitin Typhoon of grubs Swarming throng of vermin Writhing living pestilence Seething carapace assemblage Throbbing insect disaster All at once an eerie calm As the foul winds cease to churn Staring at the gruesome sight Spattered insects guts abound Quivering bodies cocooned in slime Sprouting clutches of pulsating eggs Hatching within the eye of the storm Bursting from the dead Opalescent larvae Moulting the ichor Driven to assimilate Corpses rising - in a parasitic trance Figures changing - human insect anomaly Bowels voiding - spilling forth their brood Cyclone of maggots - formed to infect humanity
Submitted by Lake of Tears — Aug 14, 2026
Standing by the edge of the street, waiting for my cab When pulling up in front of me an otherworldly sight A ghostly '32 coupe, screeching to a halt Licked with glowing neon flames and painted black as night Comes ride with me! it screamed in the air Sitting down onto the leather seat as it fired into drive Comes destroy with me all the graves of your kin! Burning rubber down the streets, towards the graveyards we ride Speeding through the cityscape, searching for those hallowed grounds Squealing tires pierce the dust as we tightly take a right Catching the scent of plotted graves the pedal hits the metal Crashing through the cemetery gates to begin our dreadful plight Come ride with me! it screamed into the air Slamming back into the leather seat as it fired into drive Come destroy with me all the graves of your kin! Burning rubber down the ossuary, on the graveyard we ride Revving engine, blazing chrome Growling muffler, billowing smoke Shrieking frenzy, maddening lust We ride over the graves to pummel the dead into dust Desecrating unmarked graves Cruisin' with the Gravesmasher Obliterating the mortuary Cruisin' with the Gravesmasher Fishtailing between the crypts Cruisin' with the Gravesmasher Erasing cherished memories Cruisin' with the Gravesmasher Now you're done riding with me! it screamed into my face Kicking me out of the leather seat and firing into drive Climbing up out from the burial plot, I watch it speed away Leaving me among the graveyard ruins, stranded and still in need of a ride
Submitted by Lake of Tears — Aug 14, 2026
Welcome to my hall Please do come take a seat I hope you all are prepared For an otherworldly feast The ten of you are my guests And so you all must feed Loosen those belts and zippers Embrace glutton and greed I am the Mucklord Forever Hungry Insatiable appetite A famished purgatory Medleys of meats stacked on high Unknown oils in troughs Citrus wrapped in cheap cured ham Cauldrons of steaming bone broth Bags filled with vanilla coke fruit Platters for two just for one Unending horns of plenty A true banquet of scum I am the Mucklord Forever Hungry Insatiable appetite A famished purgatory I am the Mucklord So now you muck with me Consume all of your fresh flesh And you will be set free Tear away the flesh Gnash those broken bones Masticate the gristle Bite the cheeks, lips and tongues Chew on the opposable digits Cough up tuffs of hair Burst the various polyps Slather yourself in entrails Vomit up all the viscera Gargle the steaming blood To eat or be eaten Feat on the human form My mangled carrion of guests I hope you've enjoyed the muckening For this bacchanalian carnage Is a gala for your suffering I am the Mucklord Forever Hungry Insatiable appetite A famished purgatory I am the Mucklord And you have mucked with me Cannibalized for my joy Damned to eat for eternity
Submitted by Lake of Tears — Aug 14, 2026