mrmonst3r 3d

What is left
But the ruins of limbs?
My casket, ribs like a cage
Teeth and fingers
Charred remains.
Was it real?
Our dreams promised
To tomorrow,
Only to die with the dawn.
Words entangled with
the pain. This last
Reminder —
Sweet and ugly,
Sly with remorse
As your last breath.
Sink into the floor,
All the fire and fury

mrmonst3r Apr 12

If I had something to share
Instead of this
black wake,
This monstrous silence,
Maybe I could be whole

mrmonst3r Apr 10

You see love.
You see kindness.
A version distorted
Through wondrous eyes.
Is it false representation
Or a temporary form?
What you see
won't keep you warm.
Keep looking and you will see,
The ugly horror inside me.

mrmonst3r Apr 7

through streets like open sores
I'm here.
hissing chatter
Invading my skull,
creeps down my spine.
pressure building.
it's all in your head.
You are the only one here,
feeling like this.
I'm outside, standing in the street —
Sun on tired eyes.
demons play Russian roulette
while worms push
under my skin.
the doors are open.
Your appointment,
try not to cry.
But they don't understand,
you look human.
"Don't you want to work?"
"What do you enjoy doing?"
no. good.
let me bite     my bloody misery
and pour it
      your throat.

The rising moon has hid the stars;
Her level rays, like golden bars,
  Lie on the landscape green,
  With shadows brown between.

And silver white the river gleams,
As if Diana, in her dreams
  Had dropt her silver bow
  Upon the meadows low.

On such a tranquil night as this,
She woke Endymion with a kiss,
  When, sleeping in the grove,
  He dreamed not of her love.

Like dian’s kiss, unasked, unsought,
Love gives itself, but is not bought;
  Nor voice, nor sound betrays
  Its deep, impassioned gaze.

It comes,—the beautiful, the free,
The crown of all humanity,—
  In silence and alone
  To seek the elected one.

It lifts the boughs, whose shadows deep
Are Life’s oblivion, the soul’s sleep,
  And kisses the closed eyes
  Of him who slumbering lies.

O weary hearts! O slumbering eyes!
O drooping souls, whose destinies
  Are fraught with fear and pain,
  Ye shall be loved again!
No one is so accursed by fate,
No one so utterly desolate,
  But some heart, though unknmown,
  Responds unto his own.

Responds,—as if with unseen wings,
An angel touched its quivering strings;
  And whispers in its song,
  “Where hast thou stayed so long?”

mrmonst3r Apr 5

A fraction of joy,
think of me
As if
there were something to miss.
Bury flowers in my heart
So beauty

could take hold.
I remember
the look on your face —
So serious.
As if some treacherous
Let me wish
For no more,
As wishes
Are the death of
Rational thought.

mrmonst3r Mar 31

I hope Death is like the sea,
Vast, endless.
So I can float on
Raging waves.
No land in sight,
And we are
Never afraid.

Inspired by La Mer (Nine Inch Nails).
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