These are the photographs of the darkness
Electrified wind of witches from the underworld
Thou hast break in the dust of your brethrens graves
Thou art the blood on their tombs cracked walls
Shall ye ground onto this eternal fraternity of bones
Ye shall be of thy fathers salvation on day of the Sabbath
Hail to all the nations of pale ghosts of mud wells
Toll the bells in the pits of Thurash and of Mandonis
This dusk is swarn upon thy return to land of beasts
Seven days thou shalt fade as ashes we left with thee
Farewell the sail of flesh in the sea of the dead
Thou shalt rise to breath the winds of trees again
May 21, 2019
May 21, 2019 at 1:19 PM UTC
There is no wound on the surface of the skin can compare to a poke of a fingertip on your brain. Impossible as it is seen, but hypothetical real. I have no friend other than Pain, whom for years has caressed my mind and numbed my soul to an instance I was left with no option but to submit to her. All my life. Here I am stumbling through my memory Vine with red grapes bleeding and I am trying to go down to the day we begun our relationship. I can't find a trail. She haunts me everynight like she is supposed to put me to sleep but give me insomnia instead. She is so obsessed with me. She doesn't knock on her way inside my brain to tell me how I should dig my grave and lay myself to sleep. She runs through my veins that I cut often, my blood clots as always. Pain tells me to tie a slipknot but fails me every episode is unfinished. This friendship will never finished.
May 21, 2019
May 21, 2019 at 1:16 PM UTC
You don't need me, you need the things I have
You don't love me, you love the clothes I wear
You think I am not aware?
Apr 28, 2019
Apr 28, 2019 at 5:01 PM UTC
This soul craved resurrection that blood splashed look as olive anointed.
My flesh decayed for decades but these bones couldn't turn into dust.
These lungs bond atoms and cells mitosise.
My skin peeled, shed and bloomed again to rebirth.
Dec 26, 2018
Dec 26, 2018 at 6:49 PM UTC
You love must be wicked
Why is there cremation?
Burning in my heart,
Like my heart is
The hell of fire?
Nov 26, 2018
Nov 26, 2018 at 10:58 AM UTC
1 represents my existence on planet earth
A good 9 years of innocence childhood fire
9 more to exhibit my love to the girl who lift my heart higher
Here is 8 years to begin a new path
Nov 12, 2018
Nov 12, 2018 at 11:49 AM UTC
I love him
I tell myself
I know that
We will be together forever
I don’t believe that
We could be separated
My thoughts tell me that
He’s the love of my life
Sometimes my heart lies and says
I could live an eternity
Without him
Like my friends say
“We’re perfect for each other”
And you can’t tell me
He’s not the one.
Now read from bottom to top.
Nov 12, 2018
Nov 12, 2018 at 11:17 AM UTC
Oh, this long road seize no end.
Should I sue the contractor?
Nov 12, 2018
Nov 12, 2018 at 8:16 AM UTC
Petrified are the hoppers who fed on all the corn that died
Terrified are the squirrels whose nuts were taken for harvest
Angry are the birds that never seems to stubble upon a worm
Hungry is the cannibal who tore my flesh and drank from my blood stream
The hoppers will cut the dry hay pasture
Squirrels will dig into poultry houses
Birds will fly to were lichen surfaces rocks
But this cannibal will hunger to death 'cause I will return,
dust to dust, ashes to ashes.
Nov 9, 2018
Nov 9, 2018 at 4:16 AM UTC