Cloistered behind a veil of deepest dark.
Light blisters in her eyes, festering like a wound.
Building up a cascade of sorrow, lustful melancholy, aching for release.
It rages like Niagara into the depths below.
Pouring off ancient water-weathered stone,
Pale as the dead she mourns.
What should mark a single moment in life,
Dragging on for an unrepentant eternity.
In this everlasting moment, drenched in the evidence of her weeping,
A pair of opulent ashen wings descend upon her frail form.
A seraph descends upon that royal, crowned forlorn.
None shall understand the joys her sorrows contain,
for even though there is one death, life in paradise is eternal.
She and her peoples, oppressed under one standard borne by eagles.
Glorious creatures of the winds, she is prey to their razor talons.
Seven daggers that ache of longing pierce her breast, oh what trials the Lord bestows.
Even his handmaiden cannot escape these pains that consummate the saints.
For three odd centuries, many that testify to grace perish.
For account of the eagle pecking at their eyes and scratching at their flesh.
Tortured and humiliated, never beaten down.
Though tears rain before the first fall, she wept for the many to come.
Even when that ray of light came to coronate, the corners of her eyes were still moist with sympathetic affliction.
Up over that yonder peak, angels' tears kiss hallowed ground.
Into the side of that cliff, a parish of monks had carved their homes.
A monastery suspended over clouds, diligently those anchorites honed their skills.
Somehow, in air so thin, Withered hands carve miraculous statues.
Upon the faintest touch, the kiss of the faithful, broken bones and carved skin healed.
The many martyrs that died comforted by their relics, innumerable beyond doubt.
It is not uncommon for statues of our Lady to cry for the hungry homeless groveling at her feet.
The blood of wounds eternally fresh, our Lord still hangs there in perpetual agony.
He died so that we may yet live, and his likeness is lovingly recreated by these fair brother.
Some wish for material things, of wealth and luxury.
Some wish for spiritual things, visions of heaven or the sounds of the harmonious creation playing a heavenly symphony.
Yet others still even wish to be enraptured up to the highest point,
So they may look down upon the beasts of creation, and pity them in their mindless repetition.
But pity not, good fellows, for God may yet love that Dove and his sorry cousin the Pigeon more than he loves you.
It is your pride that gets the best of you.
These monks who make statues above the world, know not the fates of their statues, nor even the price they fetch.
For they will never fall into sin of pride over such material things.
Countless reaching gray fingers,
A novel sensation lingers.
In this place, there are no thoughts,
Still as statues and just as content.
A mess of tangled limbs,
Some of plant and others of fleshm
Impossible to tell where one ends or begins.
Looping and lurking, these sickening things,
They hunger for life and love,
For thought and memory,
Like a bat out for blood.
A wish for life, but to no avail.
How can you tell from frozen faces?
Can you hear their frozen cries with deafened ears?
Pain echoes among open tombs.
Catacombs full of broken bones.
Withering flesh drips from shattered forms,
Pooling at your feet with a rancid stench.
The eternal death and decay of beings that know only rot,
Never has there been known a birth, yet the festering spreads.
Wet blood drips off that fresh blade
Painful debts won't ever be paid
The contents of my mind locked away
Do you intend a forceful raid?
Why insist we are the same
I'd rather not be docile or tame
Never saw the tears washed away by the rain
Dark storms I'd rather not trap you in
Shut it down before it's too much
Batten down the hatches
All hands on deck
Your captain has fallen overboard
I'd rather not be here
Truthfully, I'd prefer not to be anywhere
I don't want to see you where I'm going
You've got a life to live
I have nothing but disappointed faces
All these memories haunting familiar places
The space is new but still I see them
Decrepit hands reach for rotted flesh
Tortured souls fuel this forsaken machine
Meat turns to steel and Iron to blood
Things heard in half whisper of faded nightmares
Creeping crawling things from beyond the light of day
Elders say how these things were never meant to stay
Long, dark and wretched claws that rend and tear
Occult scowls underneath a faded hood
Heathen gods refusing to intervene
Skin cloaked in copper mesh
These things that put our sanity to the test
To them we are but protein
Escape has a low likelihood
Senseless machines that care not for repairs
What terror they enfore I cannot convey
They stalk and hunt for those who've runaway
I warn you, you'll never be prepared
Ready to cut us down like we would strong wood
Kings and presidents, Tsars and Senators off to their guillotine
Our bodies fruit, ripe and fresh
Planar distortions
non euclidean terrorism on fascistic logical spaces
cognitohazard level thousand
Mourning pains from midnight chills
frozen in a wasteland of desiccated husks
malnutrition hungering rot
decay made manifest as shadows eat the damned
planned tension
upon subterranean hellscapes that lay dormant
the hounds that bark and bay at thy pains
one hundred and one new ways to ill
cannot defend even with the mammoth's tusk
unlucky ways for unlucky lots
despicable things that eat at the night
blistering bubbles of blue,
comatose induced hue.
a little goes a long way,
or so they used to say.
Does he even need to be named?
Or did you guess from all of that?
He gets you all the way low,
He's the boy that you know.
He's in everything, now,
And he's taken a vow.
He's not going until we do,
Leaving broken children behind.
Do you remember when I brought you roses?
I was in love with you but you wanted more
Trapped in your spell until I had psychosis
Then you left me behind like a broken toy
You told me you never wanted to lose this
You invited me in and gave me a tour
You ran through your history of neurosis
I broke when you told me I was just a boy
I thought you loved me, but that was just a lie
I thought you loved me, you never even tried
Ink stains my hands as I cry for you again
At first I was mad but now I just miss you
My heart in your hands, your claws ready to rend
You could never do it, so instead you ran
What would it to take to let me in and mend this?
In our spirit, you were red and I was blue
Was it even real or did we just play pretend?
Your mom hated me because I couldn't tan
I thought you loved me, but that was just a lie
I thought you loved me, you never even tried
Your eyes glint like a steel blade pressed against my throat in the moonlight
Threatening to draw blood at every hasty gulp of air
It makes me lightheaded and my heart bloats
I'm sick to my stomach with a love that has no escape
Who am I but a dust mote swept up in the wake of your beauty
Your every word compels me to deeper states of longing
Hair golden like wheat ripe for harvest, with the crop my soul is reaped
You speak of heartbreak and my being weeps for your loss
All I want is to bring you joy and happiness, no matter the expense on my part
I long to hold your warmth close to my heart in the depths of the freezing winter of my soul
Hidden behind a rough mask, a delicate sunflower deprived of light
Under-watered roots, soil empty of much needed nutrients
The abuse you've been put through makes me nauseous
I can hardly imagine how anyone can justifying trimming your vibrant petals
Brimming with colors that dazzle the mind and the heart
Your mind glows bright from an intellect barely kept hidden
A double edged sword, slowly digging into your own skin in an attempt to guard yourself from threats
Octaves of disdain
Molten flesh washed away with the rain
Teeth that gnaw and claws that tear
Horrifying eyes that form a pair
A beast hidden beneath
Hands that pull you underneath
A place where fear breeds
With endless maws that feed
Skin sheds to blood red scales
Arms bent in death rent flails
Skeletal towers of meat and bone reach
Vampiric orfices that suck and leech
Innocent lifeforce ebbs
Trapped in barbed wire webs
Prey wiggles and squirms
Useless like annelid worms
Under a dark moon
The way she cries is perfect
Hollow drops fall down
Alligator tears
Purely dishonest attempt
At deceiving us
Who could forget it?
Many unsavory views
A tiger in wait
Are we the prey or
Are we the hunters stalking
No one can tell now
Black cats and black crows
Black omens of days gone past
Twisted and Wicked
Oh what a racket
Those powerful spells they cast
Disdain fills the air
Cackling witches howl
Old hounds prowl forbidden grounds
Veiled by darkness
Words fall into place
Plans moving into motion
Ideas blossom
New things to ponder
Unplanned growth has been observed
A sense of wonder
Research underway
Organisms claw at cages
This work, underpaid
Emptiness Perceived
Was it your love that you lost?
Your heart rings hollow
Sickness in spirit
Darkened circles under eyes
Your soul has worn out
Your betrayal stings
I long to forget your face
How despicable
Symphonies of pain
Our agony resonates
Oh sweet memories
Ink drips on torn pages
Unrepentant dreams of gore
blood seeps through fiction
Danger to yourself
Psychotic dreams of violence
Thin blades slide like ice
Rotting carcasses
That dangle from the ceiling
From razor wire
Meat hooks digging in
In the night, these things greet you
Nightmares that bring hell
From within this hollow I call my home,
I can see the way the sun has fallen.
Behind many shattered towers of man,
Many decrepit attempts to reach God.
The foolish crowds hunger for forgiveness,
Aching for something they can never have.
Solitude breeds strength in the ones willing,
But what can we say to make up for loss?
The light we chase is more than just brightness,
It is a hazard to our heart and soul.
So why then do we build columns to reach?
Why do we chase shadows during the day,
If we are scared of them during the night?
No one has given a solid answer.
Is it just our nature to test these things?
To build thousands of castles in the sand?
Autumn leaves and restless dreams that beckon.
My nights are haunted by visions of her.
Oh, to think I'll never see her again.
How many mistakes have I made with her?
Does even one slip justify glances?
Did I deserve to lose the one I loved?
I guess the many ways I made her hurt,
It must have been enough to break our bond.
Trust dwells in places where it should be lost
Ignorance, trying to justify rape
Killing for law is not murder in heat
One who doesn't know the law claims only lies
Lies are forbidden but this one doesn't know
Ignorance, feinting knowledge, how painful
I fight a war on disinformation
To think, I once claimed this one as my friend
To trust is to open oneself up
These people who claim to know things
Tricks and lies are things they hold
Dear to them are their pains
To think, they once were
people like me
Oh the fear
Bear this
Life radiates from me and my kindred
Inner worlds we desire to bring out
We are architects of our destiny
Archetypes arranged in eternal forms
Flaying minds can not contain these concepts
Lonely, we stand together in trenches
Armed with teeth strong as knives and just as sharp
Ready to take what was stolen from us
When moods hit, do I cross your mind often?
Do I never leave or is it just me?
Do you never wonder where I've been?
I don't have any mystery
I appear transparent, or so it seems
Like I don't have anything that I dream
It's like we were on different teams
Because I've got less than no self-esteem
I won't read anything you write because;
I'm scared you'll read mine, and have nothing left.
Nothing left to feel for me and my awes.
I'm unsure of myself and my effect
To be frank, I don't think you like me much.
Would you like me even in my anguish?
Behind the veil I dwell
Begotten of a ghost
This softly spoken hell
The mystery I tell
Is forgotten, almost
Behind the veil I dwell
A place of omens fell
The devil rules milquetoast
This softly spoken hell
This dirge is just a knell
Deathly for those who boast
Behind the veil I dwell
Beyond the ringing bell
Remnants of the necrosed
This softly spoken hell
No matter how I yell
I reluctantly host
Behind the veil I dwell
This softly spoken hell
Scattered hooks dig in rotten flesh
Fetid stench pervades the landscape
That despised fruit is far from fresh
Unholy hands that reach and rape
Leeches and ticks poison and suck
The reeds obscure a sudden death
It seems to me you've run out of luck
Shadow figures swallow your breath
How do you think uou will escape?
It's impossible for you now
Stuck here like a fly on tape
Wolves aren't the only ones that howl
Dissociation is a trap
Think you're hidden but left a trail
The hunter's rifle, lain in lap
Decrepit hands and body frail
Some dreadful goddess peeks behind her veil
In her lap the serpent who bites his tail
A gown woven from endless spider silk
Thousands of men mangled between her nails
Infinite fractals spiral from her eyes
Her slender fingers twist fate and revise
Unknown power locked in our deepest mind
Many faces, she is known to disguise
Her complexion as pale and smooth as milk
With her will, you are better to resign
The few that would consider her their ilk
Are those that, to this world, are not confined
So much love do I hold for you
Zealously I fight
Eagerly I await for you to wake
Risen from your tomb, I shower you with affection
Every day I thank god for your life
Today I am determined to
Love you more then anyone who has come before
Envious of me, those
Killers of things great
Least of
All, I am
Ready
And committed