ᎪᎷᏩᏛᏗ ᎦᏛᏅ

Chain


Like a fountain, the oil pours.
The machine stirs from its slumber.
The engine revs as the beast roars.

Chains spinning;
Blades grind;
nothing will cease the rending,
Of the body from the mind.

No mortal may atone,
For the sins made here:
where metal meets bone.

The machine to the victim, poor,
Sharp blades against soft flesh,
Spinning till there’s nothing more,
but entrails and a bloody mess.

Poem by IGKMc (thekholan)

Cultic Dreams of Sacrificial Rights


Cultic dreams of sacrificial rights
Beautiful glowing lights
Asphyxiation euphoria
Modernization of Estonia
A fire lit in the heart
The will to never part

Bodies fusing
Mindless musing
Molten to the core
Blood fills every pore
A flood over the crust
With another inward thrust

A light at the end of the tunnel
Souls flow out the funnel
Dopamine infused mutilation
Masses face decapitation
Headless nights
Headful frights
Serotonin rush
Blood red flush
Shattered teeth fly
Eyeless sockets cry

Releasing burning steam
The eyes swim upstream
To the ultimate truth
Glowing orb uncouth
Inside they rape and pillage
The innocence of this godly village

A giant thusly created
Nephilim incarnate formulated
A Gollum of carbon meat
Past any alchemist’s greatest feat
For gold nor silver can compare
To this child, most fare

Poem by IGKMc (thekholan)
lun4cyy:

Mother Dirt by SmokeryDots

This looks a lot like one of the pieces that I’ve done.

lun4cyy:

Mother Dirt by SmokeryDots

This looks a lot like one of the pieces that I’ve done.

Just another sketch.

By IGKMc thekholan

Just another sketch. By IGKMc thekholan

poisonous-tongue:

Art by Eemeling

           Via Poisonous-tongue.tumblr.com

Last share from poisonous-tongue in a while :)

poisonous-tongue:

Art by Eemeling

           Via Poisonous-tongue.tumblr.com

Last share from poisonous-tongue in a while :)

poisonous-tongue:

Art by MurderingHope

           Via Poisonous-tongue.tumblr.com

I’m goin’ to have to hold back from sharing all of poisonous-tongue’s posts :)

poisonous-tongue:

Art by MurderingHope

           Via Poisonous-tongue.tumblr.com

I’m goin’ to have to hold back from sharing all of poisonous-tongue’s posts :)

The Corpse


As the clinking noise went on and on;
as each metal piece clicked into place;
screams came forth one by one,
like an apiration and vanished without a trace.

Then knowing they pulled too far,
the black hooded men went back to their cell.
Yet, for their hearts were as black as tar,
and if they had any emotion you sure couldn’t tell.

A deathly silence filled the room,
and every machine seemed to grow.
Over each and every device their shadows loomed,
and then they all stoped at the laying corpse’s toe.

The corpse’s body began to shake,
the chains that bound him began to crack,
and suddenly, one by one, they all began to break.
As his body finaly lay still,
a gleem flew through his eye,
and life filled his core.
His mouth opened as if he utered a cry,
but not a single sound came before.

He lifted himself slowly from the bed,
and reflected uponthe devices that surounded him.
Every one was cloaked in red,
and had at least one sharp rim.

All his thoughts came then,
like a sudden rush of rain.
He walked slowly to the door, when,
he could recall black hooded men and his pain.

All his horrible memories rushed to his head,
and he now thought of a horrible deed.
He could imagine three hooded corpes, dead,
and he relized the mission he must lead.

He opened the large metal door,
and starred into a large ominous hall.
Crimson liquid lay splattered upon the floor,
and large metal bars lined the wall.

Step by step he entered the corridor,
and prisoner’s screams filled the air,
as the corpse’s chains made music like a trapped troubadour,
and for his skin was deathly fair.

Cell after cell, he walked past,
not taking the time to look in.
All the sounds the prisoners could hear was his soft rasp,
and the clinking of the chains that bound him.

When he finaly reached the hall’s portal,
his hand prolonged for the metal door,
but a chill ran up his body, mortal,
and he imagined his body, dead, upon the floor.

He turned his face away from the thought,
and suddenly opened the large metal door.
Several black hooded men, he caught,
each with two eyes filled with horror.

The corpse raised his arms to the sky,
and as fear grasped each black hooded man’s heart,
several hearts as black as tar, on the floor, lie,
and finaly, the corpse’s heart can now part.

By IGKMc (thekholan)
I totally forgot to upload this one. This is the final project of “Glass.” This is a 24x36 graphite and charcoal piece that took me about a month to finish (approximately 30 hours). By far one of my favorite pieces that I’ve done.

by Ian McAlpin (thekholan)

I totally forgot to upload this one. This is the final project of “Glass.” This is a 24x36 graphite and charcoal piece that took me about a month to finish (approximately 30 hours). By far one of my favorite pieces that I’ve done. by Ian McAlpin (thekholan)

ᏴᏫᎩᏍᏗ. Person Eater. I originally titled this piece The Maw, but this title seems more dramatic. Plus i have no idea how to say ‘maw’ in cherokee. X) By the way the body is meant to be misproportioned. by Ian McAlpin (thekholan)

ᏴᏫᎩᏍᏗ. Person Eater. I originally titled this piece The Maw, but this title seems more dramatic. Plus i have no idea how to say ‘maw’ in cherokee. X) By the way the body is meant to be misproportioned. by Ian McAlpin (thekholan)