#necromancer
Your eyes are as deep as an ocean
Pulling me in and leaving me drowning in your gaze
Your smile makes my cold, dead heart beat
Bringing back color to my sallow cheeks
A nervous laugh making me feel a thing I haven't felt in ages
A god in disguise, giving life to things that were once dead
Or maybe a necromancer
Because with every breath I take, you leave me in constant pain
Feb 16, 2021
Feb 16, 2021 at 12:42 AM UTC
I am damaged goods
A corruption of heart
Up from abyssal depths,
Down to desolate clouds.
The fragment lying between
I am not the incessant air,
A rage of non awakening.
Culmination of all fears.
No words do then, describe
me; I do not conform to rules.
Exception I am; ambiguous
A regular consonantal fool ?
Decreed to consume it all
I carry a ravenous thirst.
Unchecked; I grow fervor
A demon, I am accursed.
Where, then, do I find home
Where does my soul belong ?
Whom shall I call my tribe
Then; what do I, thus long ?
I am damaged goods, get ye'
I do not conform to codes.
I belong to the nether realm
Let me lie, in my .. abode.
Do not then, exhume me,
I have chosen to slither in. And,
Lie dormant in the underground.
Where exist I may, in quiet
Lie hidden away, from the
carnal realm, I want none of it.
A monster of my own making,
A necromancer of the Undead.
May 10, 2020
May 10, 2020 at 2:54 PM UTC
love love dove
the dove fell far
love love dove
burned to a char
craven craven raven
again rose a star
craven craven raven
picked at your scar
vain vain crane
full of empty words
vain vain crane
of the foolish birds
wail wail quail
a dying creed
well well quail
a time to bleed
a time that ends
the pain of past
a wound that mends
has been passed
i cannot lie
the pain i felt
with our goodbye
oh i could melt
i'm truly sorry
about the necromancer
the love which you gave
to the poor romancer
were you brought
back from the dead?
if so, then please
live and not dread
look on and not dread
the memories
that your mind must tread
Jan 31, 2019
Jan 31, 2019 at 5:01 AM UTC
The necromancer danced on her grave. The ground shook with every step the witch took, rumbling the ground beneath and making the corpse she had planted cling to the cool dirt for dear death. And then, the dirt began to give.
Sunlight burned on the girl’s blue skin, turning it a ghastly shade of porcelain like Wednesday Addams. She rolled over in her grave, and closed her eyes, refusing the inevitable fate of the undead. But her wings started flapping, and she rose up, the witches hand clawing into her back and dragging her back to life. And as the screeching of the megalomaniac forced her wide eyes open and the dried ancient blood away, she wished she were dead.
Oct 18, 2018
Oct 18, 2018 at 3:17 PM UTC
A palace built with brittle bones;
so easily fractured. Yet in time
souls will walk upon the ash
under Pluto's careful watch.
Death will rise from its slumber
and surrender to the will
of the living no more.
No—
A vault of riven dreams will open
and from within
the cry of corpses
will be heard.
Jul 15, 2018
Jul 15, 2018 at 8:20 PM UTC
I'm in the business of misery
And business is good
Lying, crying eyes
And eyeing crying lies
Death and life
Life and death
Eternity in a wooden case
A final home
Unless
You give me some coin
And give me some qi
That's when eternity
Can become piety
Borne of forgiving alms
It's a sin
It's a beautiful evil
To bring back one's love
Back from behind The Veil
Sweet nightmares
And terrifying dreams
Rest well
Without rapture
With the singing of my song,
And the swing of staff,
The chant of my scriptures,
And my daemon in tow,
We can wish you
The very best
Because my business
Is your business
And your misery
Is my money
But it's worth every penny
I have a satisfaction guarantee
Just close your eyes
And hold your breath,
Then awake in something
Better than life
And stolen from death
Apr 24, 2018
Apr 24, 2018 at 3:23 AM UTC