From Beyond the Beyond
Walk up to the old front door. Hear the creaking of the floor. Walking sounds, know that you are not alone. Look around, somethings wrong inside this home. Pass out, wake up and see four black cloaks. Bound down, drink the witches blood. Fear for life. Kill with knife. He’ll comes soon. Escape hell. Shoot yourself. The blood moon.
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Aug 14, 2026
Stalking in the night. Watching under full moon. Murderous delight. I will have your head soon. Sharpen up my blade. Blood rust as the coating. Please come make your way. I’m in the woods roaming. Waiting in the trees. Soon you’ll see me chopping. Moving with the breeze. Pass the point of stopping. Slashing under stars. Watch the maggots crawling. Now you won’t go far. Face my primal calling. Sneak up from behind. Slice you into pieces. Till I’m satisfied. And Leave you for the leeches. Cut your body up. Throw you In the river. Never have enough. Save some parts for dinner. Waiting in the trees. Soon you’ll see me chopping. Moving with the breeze. Pass the point of stopping. Slashing under stars. Watch the maggots crawling. Now you won’t go far. Face my primal calling.
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Aug 14, 2026
Ghostly voices. Whispers in my ear. Take the pick axe. Make them disappear. Go and find them Mutilate them. Hear our message. From beyond the beyond. Six feet under. Put them in the ground. Put them next to us. Then they won’t be found. Go and find them Mutilate them. Hear our message. From beyond the beyond.
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Aug 14, 2026
Listen to the lies. Spewing out their mouths. Choking on beliefs. Slay with hand of doubt. Profit from the sky. Reaching out their hands. Hear their moaning cry. Kill them where they stand. In the Cathedral of cunts
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Aug 14, 2026
Smell the graveyard air Corpses laying in their tombs Shovel in my hand Rip dead babies from their wombs Moving around the dirt. Digging up what should be dead. What is all this worth? Voices told me inside my head. Ribs now spread He tells me to do this. In my head. Screaming from the abyss. It’s dead Ed. He tells me what to do. Hear what he said? “Dig them up or it will be you.” Rip them from ground. Put them in the fucking trunk. Set the bodies down. Rotting still, oh how it stunk. Grabbed my cutting knife. Skinning is second nature. What was once a life. Is now turned into furniture. Ribs now spread He tells me to do this. In my head. Screaming from the abyss. It’s dead Ed. He tells me what to do. Hear what he said? “Dig them up or it will be you.”
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Aug 14, 2026
Enter in the house of hell Blood is smeared, you see something is wrong. Now there is an awful smell. Walls now ooze, the blood leaks it way through. Smell the rot Inside the walls Smell the rot All down the halls Smell the rot Stuffed with bodies Smell the rot Hear them calling Walking in this real nightmare. Eyes of old, they see right into you. Doors now lock, you’ll go nowhere. Maggots feast on all the skin and tissue. Smell the rot Inside the walls Smell the rot All down the halls Smell the rot Stuffed with bodies Smell the rot Hear them calling
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Aug 14, 2026