Photo 4 Jan 14 notes Resistance is futile, succumb to the will of ObZen

Resistance is futile, succumb to the will of ObZen

Photo 4 Jan 78 notes Welcome, the enterance fee is your soul

Welcome, the enterance fee is your soul

Audio 14 Nov

Awake…Angels of Sorrow

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Photo 14 Nov 39 notes Enter the realm of Death

Enter the realm of Death

Photo 27 Oct 22 notes who’s up for a limb removal?

who’s up for a limb removal?

Photo 27 Oct 31 notes gaze into my eyes and your soul will be mine

gaze into my eyes and your soul will be mine

Photo 21 Oct 22 notes Im sexy and I know it

Im sexy and I know it

Photo 16 Oct 301 notes destructive art at its best

destructive art at its best

Photo 10 Oct 14 notes I am cursed…forever

I am cursed…forever

Text 5 Oct

jaylovessugar said: ill you follow me so that i can follow you your page is fuckin sick!

yes, I am sick, but I follow only the selected few, suit yourself.

Photo 4 Oct 13 notes They are out to get you

They are out to get you

Photo 4 Oct 40 notes The power of darkness, in the palm of my hand

The power of darkness, in the palm of my hand

Text 25 Sep 7 notes Impaled, The Grotesque Creation

Twisted realms and skinless beasts, gather around, I am your ancient incarnation.
By my rotten bone, I tell you this tale of fate worse than brutal death.
Not hundred needles through your visual receptors, not million swallowed little razorblades defecated, not any amount of physical pain inflicted upon your wretched bodies will describe the dark horrors of this forgotten one.

Being born was his biggest mistake, but the circle of unfortunate events started here, he was not born naturally, but ripped out of his carriers womb.
Barely made out alive, but one suffering being kept him alive, breathing.
So helpless, he couldn’t end the miserable “life” he was living.
The being, now his mother, father and sister, bled poison, was not able to live on, now the being was cast in the fiery dephts of a volcano.
He was once again left alone, breathing the ash and coal-filled air near the volcano, it made wounds on him, eternal wounds, coagulated blood, maggots chewing the half-rotten flesh. He still feels no pain.

How he managed to survive, no-one knows, now he is a young man, a twisted mind, craving for revenge. Revenge for what? Not even he knows.
Decorated his house with human skin, making it resemble a womb, maybe he wants to be unborn. Black ash smothered his lungs and his eyes are tainted by blood.
With the scarred, dirty hands, he gently cuts through the artery of his throat. He still feels no pain, a tear on his eye tells it. A horde of stray wolves find him by the stench of blood, his soul screams so loud, that it splits the ground in half.
Being devoured by these grotesque creatures, now he hopes his soul finally is being released. Fate is not on his side, now as he burns eternally, impaled by spears made from his own bones, he only screams: why!
The sins of the grotesque creation was only one pathetic suicide.

Photo 25 Sep 21 notes Unleash the demonic hordes

Unleash the demonic hordes

Photo 25 Sep 26 notes darkness is beautiful

darkness is beautiful


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