Consultation With The Grim Reaper
Omniscient being of death
I seek thy comfort and solace
Melancholy monotony of days to come
Arrival of whispering entities
Speaking to me of vices and arrogance
Acting amongst their wishes of woe
A quandary of life and death
Heaven nor Hell will free me
From my soul draining enslavement
False deities tug at the rope tied at my neck
Dragging me to their individual hell
I worship only the black reaper
Save me from my ill fortune
I wish to consult the most high
Bring to me the power to take away
The death scythe gives lacerations to my flesh
Pouring salt into my burnt irreparable wounds
A broken heart incapable of penance
Mistakes forsaken by Thoth
It is time to seek my father Death
Pass down to me your robe of mire
The charnel of screaming
My new sacral burial ground
The skin on my body turns to bone and dust
A faceless and lifeless cloaked figure
Bereavement of what once was
Fortunes of unforeseen death
Become the purpose of my null existence
Eradicate the false ideology of hope
To declare a former soul deceased
Endless visions of sorrowful memories
Beaten and whipped by the angels above
I loathe the inescapable eternity to come
May 14, 2025
May 14, 2025 at 11:09 PM UTC
The essence of love
From a beautiful precious birth
Spouts the purest form of innocence; love
To exalt those who shelter our sole being
Conscious love brings fear and mental torment
To taint and eradicate our ethereality
Infected with bleak reality
Lunar sorrows of solitude and seclusion
Demonic presences reap at the heart
Bringer of dread, separation with no solution
Loss of my heroine, Queen of beauty
Desolate and afraid, naked and cold
By chance, arbitrary love and yearning
The insatiable appetite for such a person
Unescapable feelings of bliss and elation
Consumed by exultation
Solace and soothing serenity
How I cannot picture a life without thee
A tomb of anguish and sorrow
Eternal lamentation
We must stay intertwined and inseparable
Clasped together until bleak nothingness
Engulfed by your presence, my Queen of the
night
Dressed in satin black
Princess of darkness, priestess of mars
I call out to Eros
To extol the highest power
Two souls cast by a single flame
A shared rhythm of beating hearts
Entangled til death swallows our existence
The essence of love
Apr 3, 2025
Apr 3, 2025 at 4:43 PM UTC
Through the shadows of pure pain and misanthropy
Demons rise in bleak black smoke
Cloaked in black agony and nothingness
To decay in a deathless world
Means not to to thrive
Yet birth in pain from a wounded mother Earth
The womb of blood and infection
Taints the purest form of innocence
All life ceases to exist
Abandoned and dead
Skinless and blind
The faceless emerge from the grave
Speaking in tongues understood by the chosen few
Echoes of immortality and consciousness
Reverberating through endless fields of deceased life
Not a soul can not be heard
Effervescent screams of understanding
Pale skin of a ghostly silhouette
God hath no power over them
Nor the universe itself
The gaping wounds of our motherly figure
Bring to life the exiled silenced souls
Created to fail at conception
In a hopeless reality of solitude and seclusion
The misunderstood come forth together
Wearing the crown of thorns and blades
Rising as a pack of rabid wolves
The end is now the beginning
Mar 19, 2025
Mar 19, 2025 at 3:35 PM UTC