Gluttony’s Feast
Under The Floorboards / 7DS
In the grotesque maze of decadence
where the forsaken dwell,
we fiends of Gluttony
ride the ceaseless wave.
Each morsel is an agony.
Every gulp a curse.
We are not spectators–
we participate in this banquet of affliction.
Tables teem with abundance
yet their souls wither in starvation.
Their anguish is our feast.
Joy has been exiled
from this kingdom of despair.
Every morsel swallowed is a battle fought.
Every draught downed–a desperate prayer.
Within Gluttony’s heart
no soul finds respite.
The solemn vaulted chambers resonate
with agonized cries.
We drink deep from their torment
where once joy bloomed.
Trapped by relentless hunger
that slowly drains life’s essence,
we are Gluttony–
giving meaning to existence through affliction.
In the hauntingly silent aftermath
where the damned find no solace,
we are the whispers
that pervade the unending tide.
Forever unsatisfied.
Feeding upon their torment
in this heart of darkness.