The Fog of Futility
Climbing the inescapable monument of time Reaching the summit to ring its bell just to calmly turn and forget Inevitability hammered to the crucifix of destiny Perpetuating its vexing tantrum behind the ears of hope that burn with ceaseless adoration Bridges built atop blistered palms that bleed indifference and delusion Muted flesh-sacks crawl across concrete arches, their necks carved through by futility’s garrote The spastic tearing of musculaturе hidden among the fog of dead stars Thе howling separation of bone from flesh Choking down burning dust that never settles Distortions of embarrassment wailing to be heard by anything other than themselves A valley carved through the womb of death, so she can raise and cannibalize her worthless children Frenzied effort answered by the deafening snores of a beast that isn’t there Without worth, without legacy None but cuffed to prisons of flesh Finite in the belly of infinity
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jul 24, 2026
Restless eyes translate hieroglyphs that capillaries paint beneath my lids A war dance of apneic throes that tear each dream from beneath my feet I then can forget the colors I constantly wither to a comatose grey Where scorn and sorrow can be fetishized and reluctance gluttonized Assaulted and beaten by every ticking clock Licked by the failure of pleather and cheap door frames I’ll sleeplessly walk forever daydreaming, until my day of dreamless sleep
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jul 24, 2026
Divest, disconnect, dissociate, defenestrate, sabotage, sacrifice Scorched earth policy The wise old whore sports a shit eating grin While the young concubine tries to stumble away Failed kamikaze mission Shatter relics, leave no vestige Lodge a bullet in every memory No reason to wear the belt you used to hang yourself
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jul 24, 2026