#fiendish
In that moment I knew, that feeling of knowing,
To without any reasonably conclusion,
Have an unyielding sense of where the pieces lie.
And that tasteless grain of alabaster, so profuse
Raining even harder now, the ground a pathetic mixture.
Blood, mud and betrayal.
Two strangers, one in bed with the **** of the world
The other, with an unamused smug, hating the other.
Pausing, the rain stops, checkmate.
For all of an eternity, how does one not know self.
And upon becoming one with filth, why was it so?
In envious conclusion, I sleep, relinquishing control.
He rummages to the forefront, having prepared.
Having mastered this scenario hundreds of time,
So seamlessly did he maneuver.
Casting away the mask of my failure,
To carve forward his dominating force of hand.
This personality, so fiendish but still me.
Jul 13, 2017
Jul 13, 2017 at 6:08 PM UTC
Words evolve
Stanzas create concepts
Compouding into ideas
Fiendish
Extremely cruel
Unpleasant, devilish
Spreading like wildfire
Abyssian flames consume
The mind now enveloped
Two syllables
Imbued with power
To control, to identify
Through willing submission
The pen lashes out
Lacerating wounds
Bleed the word
The obsession of madness
Apr 18, 2016
Apr 18, 2016 at 10:46 AM UTC
I once crafted a mask full of
my fiendish desires.
Black soul stained in clay
taking on my rage and wrath.
Placed upon my brow, I ignite
Hardened heart, thick darkness
consuming me, I embrace
Abandoning the light once again.
I press this pen to paper
synchronizing evil intentions
with the thoughts of my former
self no longer, I accept.
Blood rushing, chest bursting
Pride and power taint
the flesh upon which they lie
Slipping slowly into the Abyss.
May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 2:17 PM UTC