e d r e a d t h c s a s e t f s h i e l r s m p o e r l f l m s a e d y n e s y s m e o e v s e o r l t c a d k l e u s m o i w s t e r a y w e i h t y h m i o n d t o e g s a w s e s l a l a p n d n h i e f l d l n s l a y r i a c s e h e s t p h a g k u e s o i r b h i t l u a c t a i h n t g r w a e d y d r i e v p e r a e l h t e a h n t w d o c n o k i d l i d w o h
Mar 20, 2015
Mar 20, 2015 at 6:30 AM UTC
empty halls, blackened walls
scream agonising sentences,
trite, decadent remembrances
of atrophic assignations.
mordancy bled, **** fed,
ambling in broken cadences,
blind, lamenting abhorrences
of amaranth self abortions.
dead lives, deafening cries,
abating for audiences,
raising voided condolences,
waltzing to pointless abscissions.
eclipsed halls, barren walls:
prelude to atrophic assignations
Mar 20, 2015
Mar 20, 2015 at 6:14 AM UTC
what death screeching and incomparable will possess our feral skies bursting fissured eyes in stygian oceans of sound
what hell pharaonic and incestuous will enwomb us pyrophorically screeching into the crepuscular welkin
plutus' now plutonian name is laid out before us in the amaranthine caverns of a conflagrant mind
a resignation to wallow in the acrimonious sea of the harsh torrent of life perpetually thrashing in retrogression through the stinging rain
as shadows splatter in atramentous mirth gaily dancing in the shimmering waters of a decrepit planet poisoning itself
an oasis of debauchery grotesque agony crying through its darkened halls that screams out for liberty
Mar 19, 2015
Mar 19, 2015 at 11:40 PM UTC
a l f l t a e f r o a l l h e a h s e i n d e p d p w a h r a w t n w i e l c l i b d e l g e d f o t l a n s i o r l u i r t s a t r a y o w r e h e t p g i n i f t i a g l u i r b e i a s p e a w i e r i o d f e f l i a s p s d u n r a e d l e o y c e s k t i h l a t n w i h l t n i n a t r h t e a d h a t r s k e t o h r s a e w i d o v o i l e b l r f l r m o n m s t r h a e e s t u t m a m h e t r l f l i a e f l n d o s p c u a e c h o t p s h d o e n h y a t f h o g u n i s d a d n u d b s h e r s i o e r k d e i t n r g o c r p s w p s p u n l y o r t y e u d b o e c d i c h e r o r l t e s u l p b e r f c u s l k a c r e s n y d k e w a t h s o u f f t f h o e c a n t g e l u s n i d s e m r a t r h k i e s d s b t y g r i a n n d b s l y a m n p k h e o t n l i e k s e l a o n s a t k a e n d s r t e i d l u l n b d o a r n n t f s e t e u n s t o n r t i h a e n w c s i n e r t r s h n e i a h v l e t l e d k r a w o t t h r e a d i e n a m d s d n n a a e r c e o v e o h c t o a l k t w y d m e d r n e a t n s i e l h p e s h t r f t e a e w p o a l l o i h d s f s a e c y e e s n d o n e a h d t l e o g c n s i p y i a l r l f a r f w o h p a e t d l n l a n d i t w s e s
w o h t g a e t l m w e h i c f b t l a e
i e n i o l o w n o g l e o r k h n y o m w n h i a g t i n a n m o w r w o h r o i d a d p y p l e t a e r t i o b u e i q a s m a e m y a e s g k w i h y a d t r s l u e o f y t o n f m i e r t e n m i a l i g n e s u h n t s s e i e a n l i o l l s a t i r n a e s r e a a o e f b l r c o s k w r e o n m r i g r n r i o h r t s b o u n t n t o u t b h s i r n o g g r r r o i w m s c m l n e e a k r o e r r a b l f l i o a f m i o s t a h e e g s l a i n n i t i t n y s o o u l r d n y e i e n s g e u y s e n s q i u a i m e e t r l e y d m r f o o w t n f i e n l g i s n m t y h a o h l w l k o s w l a i m e a s i m k a n m o a w n i o e t w b h o o i t a r m o a r w e h p a p t i a d h o a w l r l i o k m n a o i w i t s I a n t h h w i w s p o o n o k l o r f s e c g a n r o l l e o t h n u i e
a h l t i a v e d
y t o u u c r h e a s s a t r u t p e i t d
Mar 13, 2015
Mar 13, 2015 at 2:33 AM UTC
Not now, nor past, nor future shall anguish
Prevail in piceous depths betwixt Hell
And Heaven bright whence He shall dwell,
Despotic, casting voices to perish
Where I, in sombre woe, conceive visions
Of His tyrant reign. Grotesque agony
Has been wrought by His seat, high, joyfully
Quaking the decrepit Earth. Gaily
Does His crown manacle our once free Souls.
From death once wrought verisimilar chimes
Of a nation brought to glory’s righteous
Heart, but now pharaonic cries tread grim
From the Second with such semblance of high,
Righteous Sovran and now hath released His
Ministers of Vengeance upon us whole.
In atramentous grief, descrying the
Bright cynosure in golden sleep beckon,
The Heav'nly Muse my soul does possess.
Dec 5, 2014
Dec 5, 2014 at 6:30 PM UTC
Oh, great grandeur of thy visage, fair,
Thy impeccable beauty we descry
And at thy silvery glory stare.
Pure Goddess, I present to thee
My heart fractured and crimson steeped
And ask for thy loving eye to heal and free.
Aug 3, 2014
Aug 3, 2014 at 2:31 AM UTC
If my love for thee
Was not so profound,
You would hear not in me
Sorrow's baleful sound;
For as myself must flee
From this dark shore,
Conceiving visions of agony,
Of our love from each other torn.
Jul 13, 2014
Jul 13, 2014 at 12:48 AM UTC
I no longer know what I am or who I appear to be.
I am a mask; the rest of me remains unseen.
Lost in a sea of broken mirrors,
But nothing grows clearer;
All I am is the glint in your dying eyes,
Quietly drowning in my hollow lies.
I know not who I am or what I do;
All I know is in this pool of scarlet hue.
Jul 11, 2014
Jul 11, 2014 at 9:57 PM UTC
Thy hair brightly burns as the fire in thine eyes.
Ardent lips kiss my fissured heart
As I remain blind to thy frail lies.
Beside thee, writhes the demon of thy soul;
Acidulous words leave thy tongue
And I prepare to plummet whole
Into the golden sleep of thine asphyxiating air.
Tears bleed as I follow
Thy seraphic beauty fair.
As I close my eyes and wade into the quietus of this dream,
Tilt my head back and begin to fall,
I put all my cherished hopes in thee.
Jul 10, 2014
Jul 10, 2014 at 8:26 PM UTC
So sweet is the raz'r of thy tongue
That hath from my flesh stole
My vigour young
And my heart made cold
By thy caustic speech;
Off thy lips shot,
Pluck'd my heart's petals each
And cause my veins to clot.
So sweet is the torment wrought
By thy tongue sharp
And my heart stopp'd
From thy lungs' wretch'd harp.
Jul 9, 2014
Jul 9, 2014 at 10:44 PM UTC