her descent into madness
commencing graveyard fantasies
in a spinal womb, the gravesend is conceived
enlightened by lunar prophecies
a poet amongst the most feeble men
The Wood, bred in my surroundings
uplifting but bracing in every scent
fucks my mind into oblivion
the blackest pools in spades with evervescense
the mindshadow covets sanctity
My trophy, bound from rivers bent
and kissed by bulemic angels ill-repenting porcelin ways
curdles in my forsaken arms of despair
second skin of fear-fed sweat cover me
in tragedy
I noose my arms to shield more damage...
she's broken beyond repair
violate the mortuary sky
with a black cheer to an existing gOD
who fornicates strings behind machines
strings lined with silk (contorting life)
emptied the chalice...poured out her soul
my reflection bathes in her face of sheen
I entrance the dead insects (her lips of forgotten snow)
begging for the reawakening
I'm answered by the sky weeping dead skin
poetically
the hallow branches decay in their swansong
mimicing my heartbeat, strategically
seeking redemption for my untimely loss
the wings in the belfry, batter endlessly
Under the watchful eye, the betallion of saints
in mismatching armour, adourning lunicular mansions
in airboune parades, followed by aeons of time
deter me from my excursion, voiding my 'termined hindsight...
...with invisible prophecies
be mixed amongst the men who rever NO!!
the worm of empty-faced angels beckon your stability
My true calling is at stake...to replace the fallen with a blackened number...and moisten the tongue of the lower deity...with the venom of the rain...and uplift my true spirit...encased in a glass coffin reflecting skin and purity...and minimalize the minimalist perspective of empty hallways and open skylights...to revel in the reign with a smile like a reversed halo...the rightfully wrong corrected...until the curse is reborn...and injected into-see through veins of violent notions
collapsed lungs and screaming heart, my voyage is cancer-ridden
interupted by the swollen yellow star
murders my opened vision
and congeals in the corners of emptiness
corroding sanctity and it's belt of chastic
dissallusion...
Day murdered by night,
I collapse on the point for which I'm spoken for
the lake of nightmares, beckon with crooked fingers
I discard my sacrifice, extol in certian darkness
and gifted with the murderous, sordid plea...
the twisted salt of the earth returned to me
in a spinal womb, the gravesend is conceived
enlightened by lunar prophecies
a poet amongst the most feeble men
The Wood, bred in my surroundings
uplifting but bracing in every scent
fucks my mind into oblivion
the blackest pools in spades with evervescense
the mindshadow covets sanctity
My trophy, bound from rivers bent
and kissed by bulemic angels ill-repenting porcelin ways
curdles in my forsaken arms of despair
second skin of fear-fed sweat cover me
in tragedy
I noose my arms to shield more damage...
she's broken beyond repair
violate the mortuary sky
with a black cheer to an existing gOD
who fornicates strings behind machines
strings lined with silk (contorting life)
emptied the chalice...poured out her soul
my reflection bathes in her face of sheen
I entrance the dead insects (her lips of forgotten snow)
begging for the reawakening
I'm answered by the sky weeping dead skin
poetically
the hallow branches decay in their swansong
mimicing my heartbeat, strategically
seeking redemption for my untimely loss
the wings in the belfry, batter endlessly
Under the watchful eye, the betallion of saints
in mismatching armour, adourning lunicular mansions
in airboune parades, followed by aeons of time
deter me from my excursion, voiding my 'termined hindsight...
...with invisible prophecies
be mixed amongst the men who rever NO!!
the worm of empty-faced angels beckon your stability
My true calling is at stake...to replace the fallen with a blackened number...and moisten the tongue of the lower deity...with the venom of the rain...and uplift my true spirit...encased in a glass coffin reflecting skin and purity...and minimalize the minimalist perspective of empty hallways and open skylights...to revel in the reign with a smile like a reversed halo...the rightfully wrong corrected...until the curse is reborn...and injected into-see through veins of violent notions
collapsed lungs and screaming heart, my voyage is cancer-ridden
interupted by the swollen yellow star
murders my opened vision
and congeals in the corners of emptiness
corroding sanctity and it's belt of chastic
dissallusion...
Day murdered by night,
I collapse on the point for which I'm spoken for
the lake of nightmares, beckon with crooked fingers
I discard my sacrifice, extol in certian darkness
and gifted with the murderous, sordid plea...
the twisted salt of the earth returned to me