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EP Mason Jul 2014
The demonic and turbulent truths of the mind
Will crush me in the end
Not least the nighttide's narcissistic vow
Into darkness I descend
Where the black pearl gates of tar-pit Hell
Will know the grief I send
In here I'm birthed
In sunken Earth
To greet my only friend
© Erin Mason 2014
Tonight, the dark feeds with splintered teeth,
The moon a bloated glutton, spitting light like shards of bone
Through corpse-grey, carrion clouds.
The night feeds and I shrink.
My dreams are dessicated,
All desire ****** dry, the marrow of me mourns
For the incarnation of before.
I was plump, proud, succulent, I lived
for the delights of the night, but now
the stars themselves spew from the sky
Like the ***** of a long neglected, hobo God.
Tonight, the dark feeds with splintered teeth,
All are devoured, we are an amuse-bouche
For who? For what? And *why?
Thought I'd try something a little macabre!
My heart falls out of my chest with a splatter
SPLURT gush mush
Crushed berry blood
Now pooling at your feet.

Now I have sicked up my heart
It is nothing to do with me
And you must clean it up.

Transplant what has burst into your own chest,
Cavity spattered, a gory work of art.
This is yours, this ******, awful mess.
Wrote this aaaaaages ago, last year in fact. It's horrible, I know, but a bit different to my usual stuff, so I thought I'd chuck it out there!
Gypsy Apr 2014
There was a certain air
Of mystery
Buried beneath a stack of knives and teeth
Plucked from the mouths of little girls
Cut into paper dolls
Connected by a ribbon
Stripped from a crown of curls
Soft golden curls
Curled around the handle of a gate
Leading to the infinite drought
Of a desert of sand
Wrapping the beaches of a white winter lake
Snow crashing to the ground
Boulders
Mountains
A burning mountain in the distance
Fire burning from within
Smoke spreading the skies
Like a thin layer of ice
Cold as the skin
Of the slithering viper
Scales
Scale
Scaling
Climbing up to the stars
Where the twinkle in her eye
Was the only thing you can think about before you slept
Before you sleep
On a throne of knives and teeth
And now, I too, must sleep.
Invocation Apr 2014
Splitting the atom
Dancing the pattern
Step through the abyss
Do it like this
Do it like this

Screaming the spectrum
She's burning horizons
With shimmering lips
We do it like this
Do it like this


Swallowing poisons that coagulate in my throat
Don't act like you didn't just come here to gloat
I'll bite the hand that keeps feeding me lies
I'll feed you to the flies
I'm the one you despise
I'll pull out your eyes
And I'll stitch up your lips
AND I'LL DO IT LIKE THIS
DO IT LIKE THIS
**FIRST DRAFT**
Going to become an EDM song with heavy bass and creepy piano
Bodies abolished
Floating souls
Space wind
Spirit bones
Waiting hidden
Beyond blackness
Wherein darkhails
Find Yourself
Yours et cetera Apr 2014
An eyewitness once recited
His bone-chilling account
Of his tightrope walk to Death
How he managed to return
Was, and remains, impossible to say
But his frightening story resonates

"There I stood on my toes,
On an intermediate point teetering
Between the idyllic salvation
Of Heaven
And the macabre derangement
Hell promises

Lose your balance
And the wayfarer finds himself
Succumbing to the merciless
Pull of the underworld
Condemning him to eternal
Suffering

The scanty few who
Travel across the rope
Unscathed,
undaunted and unfazed
Indulge in the reward
Of the Holy Father's *deliverance


And so I stood on the rope,
Its rough frays tickling my soles, I,
Precariously perched on the border
Of Life, Death,
Of Salvation and Damnation
Too overcome with fear to advance forward

I whispered a few syllables,
The dulcet notes rollicked up to
A Saviour above
Omniscient one who knew
The best path for my wintering fate
In a haze of bewilderment I awoke"
So my wayward thoughts somehow detoured to the sensation of death
Nickols Mar 2013
There once was a boy named "Odd." And he was a very strange, indeed.

People used to laugh at his name, so he decided to leave his
gravestone bare of his burden.

But now you see, when people pass over his burial site, they point and wonder with a backward smile and say, "How Odd and very strange, indeed?"

— The End —