Thursday, December 5, 2019

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To be left upon the bridge at dusk, taken in by time
To look upon broken stone and see a magnificent sign
A death, triumphant! I dance in only one place
The sun comes up and gazes to see only my pallid face

Pale as death I venture into the land
Death possesses my withered left hand
I see the moon and suddenly a tune drifts my heart away
I will settle here, then venture there and be gone in only one day

To end in despair, to end at dusk, a life of rotted riposte
A knight of dawn and dawn ventures to his post
The sun, the light, the lunar, the end, where will I venture next?
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Saturday, October 19, 2019

The Lying Chains of Love

Love.
What solace can it bring?
From withered heart to wasted moor
I have seen no such thing

I have seen what men call love
It makes me yawn
I have seen what men call love
It is nothing, but a con

Drawn and quartered our beings are made to be
As we hold ourselves hand in hand
A universal chain to bind us all
Into the Pit we all fall down

This placid, baleful thing
Vinegar to a parched mouth
Acid to an open cut
Penny shavings in a beggar's eye

An insect who dresses as a man
Walking amongst us, he satiates himself
A disguise so perfect in it's beauty
The horror of it's reality makes it sublime

Love is a mask
Love is a fiction
Love is a joyless plundering of another's soul
Love is the lie to conceal our chains from one another's eye

Monday, October 14, 2019

Twin Hells

Those formative times
Filled with meter and rhymes

Lies!
Nothing could stray further from the truth!

A Hell made for Child through lash
A Heaven made for Adult through pain
A shallow regiment yawns from an empty chasm
Swallowing the Child into nothingness

A Child, beaten, violated, lashed
Taught to fear, taught to behave

REBEL!
Flay those!
Or submit?

A Child stuck between two Hells
Ice and Fire, peace and war

Why?
I do not understand

Why such pain visited upon the innocent?
Why such pleasure and malice in their oppressors?

The Child was reincarnated into a damned soul.

Wednesday, October 9, 2019

Gentle Malice

Where is the murder?
Where is the joy?
Where does it go down?
Buried in malice
Shattered from grace

I know not
Where it goes towards
Hell is haven
Depravity is conscience
Wrath is sublimation in my eye

The teeth of hell
Bear at me
Knowing where I go down
Sending me to a shallow grave
I wither with spite

Showered in hellfire
Burned in holy-water
Blessed by a Horned God
Seared by a false prophet
Falling, we do ascend

Ode to a Sigh

Upon the gravel
I dare sit
Waiting up until sundown
I know the price
I will go down

I wish hell, hell
Where will this war go down?
Hell is everywhere
Where is the promised world?
Hell is here!

Buried in Hell's flame!
I wither down
Where is my heart?
Where is the love?
Where is the heart?

I loathe the beat
I know where it goes down
I believe in the night
I know it's the end, the end
Carried off to the sundown

Covered in blood
Drowned in blood
Showered in the drowning abyss
Where is the haven?
I know not where.

Green fairy take me to the place
Far from this
Far from I
How do I die?
With a sigh.

Thursday, October 3, 2019

Earth

Land soaked red in tooth and claw
This planet we call Earth
I laugh and cry with the most cynically baleful mirth
A destiny of creatures toiling in the snow
This is an empty, meaninglessly despotic show

A dance for gods on heavens above
For they know no grace
Set upon this land of hell and stuck in only one place
Running around like rabid rats stuck inside a maze
We flee and run and move towards the sun only to end in a daze


Empty Death

The Mother of Monsters
Spawns a Sea of Horrors
From factory or concentration camp
To work house and asylum
It knows it's own face
Mascara of false hope adorns it
Hungry for murder
It dines upon the world
Wretched Beast!
Dining upon the land

Where is the hope our ancestors promised?
The sanction of a great species, boundless and kind
I see no such creature
A beast of torment, pain, and cremation
Our fate's are all consigned to an empty Death

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