Pluck both wings off a butterfly twin,
toss five bones into a black stone cauldron.
Pull three strings of a skeleton puppet,
draw a white circle around a mandolin.
One burning needle, carve into a coffin,
six long shadows swing the pendulum.
A dagger to the chest, weave the mortal flesh,
pierce the embryo outside the yolk of death.

There is a violent madness that hides inside all of us,
some oppress the chaos, others live in denial.
Once in a blood moon hidden in a dark room
vibrations of bedlam a paracosm of two.
For the world that we see through a hidden marquee,
a putrid stream for the mentally ill.
Yet with no hesitation, a dark star pulsating
you plunge into the void then pull me through.
Fret not for each thought gives birth to brilliance,
as we stir the cauldron of the sacred brew.
Blood and water, son and daughter,
resilient to the universe we devour and consume.

Drafting a manifesto for an autonomous imperial guard.
Inquisitor enclaves in a deep neural cognitive march.
A singularity of supremacy, a metaphysical beating heart.
Quantum system algorithms weaponizing a dark star.
Ignite self, ingest opposition, implement brain delay.
Intelligent machines nestled in the spine of human vertebrae.
Biomolecular neural networks, a new breed of DNA.
In conclusion, a resolution to delete the human race.

Degradation instilled within the boundaries of purpose,
miraculous memorization of rapturous thoughts.
Collapsed under shards of fanciful perceptions,
perplexing deterioration vanquish inward foes.
Dreams prolonged reverberate indignation.
I unequivocally capitulate to the exultation of self.

Gagged and bound inside my thoughts,
jagged shards of melancholy rage.
Frustration strangles pent-up chaos,
I plunge a dagger into my face.
Ripping fabric caught on thorns,
I drag across my paper waist.
I turn the key inside my flesh,
and puke out my creative angst.

Want not yet wonder
fragments of bewilderment.
Irreversibly vulnerable,
suffocate the heartstring noose.
Longing for a moment,
isolation ravages apathetic hope.
A story untouched yet blemished,
melancholy choking fallacious toil.
Alone in a crowded room,
each breath composed,
ephemeral.

Deep asleep my heart stops beating,
why am I here this is a mistake.
Lost in darkness my skin is freezing,
I fell asleep but did I wake?
I do remember a porcelain plate,
I held a cup I ate and drank,
Hemlock soup with a Death Cap steak,
Oleander tea with a Ricin cake,
poisonous dreams betrayal and scheming,
Was it dinner that sealed my fate?

Looking down I am not breathing
I feel no sorrow if it ends today.
I see her face but she's not speaking,
as I drift into the dark decay