aviisevil

aviisevil Apr 2024

see through me
into the black night

cut out your heart
feed it to the light

no more shall it pain
without purpose

step into the dusk
spiral into the circle

fall with me into
this solemn dream

when we're asleep
and do not scream

preyed upon by their
words and schemes

in silence of a funeral
begging to be seen

bless'd upon by
the morbid pyre

you glow in dark
of your desires

weary mind of the
eyes that are tired

now buried in ruins
of a desolate empire

aviisevil Apr 2024

tragedies of violence

sweetness of
the moon rains down
on the last bus
going home

all the flowers
crushed beneath
the sky

cry for the
mother tree

for she was standing
still when I met her

I don't know what
else to tell you

I've never known
what it feels to be
someone else

and you don't
exist inside these
walls

perhaps I'll trade
all my fantasies for one
moment of absolute
violence

it's not that hard
to mute what little
is left of me

is this how you feel
when you are sober?

#dark #life

aviisevil Apr 2024

the last man at the bustop

they come
for me in the
summer

sweetness of
the moon rains down
on the last bus
going home

all the flowers
crushed beneath
the sky

cry for the
mother tree

it's not that hard
to mute the violence

for she was standing
still when I met her

now she's part
of the crop

I don't know what
else to tell you

I've never known
what it feels to be
someone else

I wear my skin
more drunk then
others

my bones pierce
through my veins

the blood rushes
down the staircase

spiralling into
the circles

circling the end
of times

I wish I'd known
you better

but you don't
exist inside these
walls

if only I was trying
to build a better world

we could've known
each of us

there's nothing
else to succeed our
thoughts

there's only so much
you can feed the insides
before it eats you in your
moment of silence

it's better to burn the
rest of you than keep
living the lies

maybe the fire will
cleanse us of our stagnant
despair

nothing moves without
a herculean effort

is this how you feel
when you are sober?

it's better I don't
wake before the end
of another year

I've never felt more
alive when my mind is
blank

so let them come
and find me

I'm waiting for
something to happen
anyway

I'll trade all my
fantasies for one
moment of absolute
nothingness

I can't even tell when
the summer begins and
where it ends

I wasn't born to
count reality

#life #abstract

aviisevil Apr 2024

there is a door on a hill

an open door
preched upon a
quiet hill

rusty old door
waiting for no one
stands still

when it rains and
when it spills—

         and

from her rails her
branches burgeon

her roots carved
into the soil

wooden stiles
freed of burden

now sprawl out
into the void

from her keyway
her eyes pry

shattered glass
that took her voice

her hinges

the last of her

last of a home
left for spoils

the last of a home
withered and spoilt

O' the lonely wooden
door!

the paint has
withered away

         time

once it had a
home

once there was
a home

the last of steps
the beginning of
nothing

no windows
no walls
no nothing

       and

my favourite
place

the last of
my steps

my kingdom of
a thousand thoughts
caught and spilled

filled by the silence
that haunts

O' my lonely old
door!

how it weeps
—old door

in the mouth
of autumn

through the month
of summers

in the lashing
winds of mid year

every shade of
winter

now craved in
the ruins

that only comes
but with age

O' the lonely old
door!

holding a sunset

     stands still

#life #time #age

aviisevil Mar 2024

thy Kingdom

here I am

here I come

thy kingdom calls

as I am

as I'll be undone

inside these walls

there won't be a name

nothing to love and hate

and that is all

there is nothing at all

so let the years fade
into the distance

so let the smile cut
open your throat

there is no hurt
there is no despair

there is only
you

#self

aviisevil Mar 2024

cushioning

there is a friend
in silence

in serried coffers
of heavy air

carving pieces
of you to feed the
lullabies

stifling the last
of convulsions

leaving the rest
to fall asleep

in arms of the
white noise

#life #friend #night

aviisevil Mar 2024

the world I loved is gone

between sunrise
and sunsets

confined bone
and flesh

nests an ocean
that cannot sleep

each drop a
breath escaped

where it pours
in the sorrow

of everything
in mourning

for eyes that
do not speak

#life #sad