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aviisevil Aug 25

tired men
weak minds

traveling in
circles

collecting
venom in their
hearts

to spit out the
darkness

in arms of a
woman

talking about
their kingdom

armies of
the world

the great battle
in making

of thoughts of
violence

how it all
ends


aviisevil Jul 19

Violent thoughts
circle the carcass,

like the vultures
in my dreams,

dancing on the
naked grass,

feasting on the
spoils of sorrow,

ever hungry for the
fading conscience,

uncovering rules
of my addiction.

I have lost the will
to wake up and be
conscious.

Snow-clad isms
are melting,

preying on the
headless corpses.

Fractured flesh
infects the grieving
scriptures.

At last, the storms
have come to collect
the forest,

but they won’t
come and listen.

Potent remedies
bury the silences,

sowed in bones—
lessons of religion

of the man
burning in the
distance.

He’s been cut
with precision,

his toothless grin
battling sciences.

I can see the sun
set in his eyes;

he’d rather sleep
until the end of the
world.


aviisevil Jul 14

violent thoughts
circle the carcass

like the vultures
in my dreams

dancing on the
naked grass

preying on the
headless corpses

fractured flesh
infects the grieving
scriptures

at last the storms
have come to collect
the forest

potent remedies
bury the silences

but they won't
come to listen

there's a man
burning in the
distance

he's been cut
with precision

I can taste his
violent screams

feasting on this
toothless prison

I can tell he's
starving himself
on purpose

I can see the sun
set in his eyes

he'd rather sleep
until the end of the
world


aviisevil Jul 9

summer has come
and left

my sorrows have
come and left

the world is a
simpler place

it does not know
of the passing autumn
in my bones

i can smile and
tell them it's nothing
but the rains

that spring is 'round
the corner

that thoughts and
dreams have come
and left

people have come
and left

the many years have
come and left

but my heart

my heart is a place
for winter


aviisevil Jul 4

unspoken
unwritten

the wait
for something
to happen

crawling on
my naked flesh

******* bit
and bone

comes another
breath

mindless ticking
of a clock

sowing needles
in my throat

piercing me
in to a thousand
pieces

i should've let
the white noise
eat me whole

when i was
young


aviisevil Jun 28

clouds of a
thousand tears

disappear as I
pour the rains

into another cup
to calm my nerves

for there is a winter
that I see from my
window

finding her breath
upon my trail

for there is nothing
else that would come
knocking on my door

is this how you must
suffer on the last days
of autumn

before the winds
cut you open?



aviisevil Jun 21

there is shelter
in her whisper

in quiet spaces
when it rains

for how long
i've loved her

there aren't
enough days

for how much
i've missed her

there is not
enough pain

and i want to
taste every tear

every scar deep
and simple

i want to feel
every bite of the
raging winter

i want all of me
to ache, suffer
and linger

to be buried in
flames

until we meet
again


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