TheKingInBlack
30/M/Singapore
I lay the agony to the side, wrap my fingers around your waist ; to devour all of you. / / It is love, in a different shade. / / Kissing the world in the shadow of the train, wreathed in crimson wrath, I commit to detail, the demented path of broken hearts.
A paper cut
A ****** machete
Became a thorn on the focus
Became the pause on the focus
A wail of the wee ones
A whirl on the freeways
Became a soft smothering
Became a daft splattering.
Oct 12, 2020
Oct 12, 2020 at 9:22 AM UTC
Shadows settle where warmth once stood
On windowsills
Beneath quilted covers
Emancipated, gaunt figures now linger there :
Reeking of desperation, to make sense of the cold.
Oct 12, 2020
Oct 12, 2020 at 9:16 AM UTC
We'll hang up our cowls & capes
In the thick of the collapsed ruins
Cranking one last tune on expired phonographs
Groaning as osteofluorosis plays his merry tune again
Still, gazing with the vast emptiness of long-lost eyes,
As a long lost chord haunts these halls again, we mutter :
"I can hear it now, like I heard it then."
Oct 12, 2020
Oct 12, 2020 at 9:05 AM UTC
A numb sense of right & wrong
The aftermath of events went nuclear
Making an esoteric pact all alone by a round table
Who what when why - identity crisis of belief
Even with the chill of culmination
I recall the actual events of long ago, like it was yesterday.
Jul 7, 2020
Jul 7, 2020 at 8:43 AM UTC
the sensations of formerly heralded emotions
begin as pins and ******
ode to them as tears appear on skin taut as paper
undertow of familiar ashes beneath papyrus heart, rosetta mind
though that fragile bough breaks, hurtling us to our end.
Jun 19, 2020
Jun 19, 2020 at 10:29 AM UTC
While I eventually await the end - all siren call
Of the heat death of our universe
Killing time with the minutiae of hourglasses
Enroaching sub-zero temperatures ensure I will never achieve that closure.
Jun 19, 2020
Jun 19, 2020 at 10:25 AM UTC
The absence of heat, rather than being in a true inverse of statement, i.e : It is warm - it's hot, instead, i. e : It's cold - there is no warmth, there is absence of heart. This brings to mind peculiar similarities with emotional states, where even sorrow brings a flushed face and tears streaming through eyes.
However, the absence of heat, in the emotional spectrum, is indeed a disastrous precedent. It brings to mind detachment, depression, and a distinct emotion of loss.
Jun 19, 2020
Jun 19, 2020 at 10:23 AM UTC
Gaunt, slipping through time, evading notice.
Buried alive, a small comfort, exaltation of terra firma.
Gauntlets equipped, not unlike shackles, once more into the fray.
Unearthed, foul arcana preserving an empty husk, begging for rest in moans.
Jun 19, 2020
Jun 19, 2020 at 10:16 AM UTC
Lay me beside you
Lay me to rest
I dare not meet your eyes
Not even in my dreams
Forever tending to the flames between us
Forever shivering in the void you left.
Jun 19, 2020
Jun 19, 2020 at 10:14 AM UTC
In the ruins of previous lives, ghosts meandered. (soft cheer, and laughter.)
With a skylight turned inside out, cracks, fenestrating form. (soft sobbing, and fear.)
On the desk lay stained glass, and the ashes of yesterday. (softer times, and love.)
Just in time, for the air sirens.
Illustrations on the glass, now of resignation.
Musty tomes fluttered, and in the unnatural torrent of gales,
Angels of metal sent love letters, to wash it all away with indifferent flames.
Jun 19, 2020
Jun 19, 2020 at 10:11 AM UTC