The moon rises beyond stiff cold breasts of concrete,
She embraces the livid fetus of
light upon birthing stars.
A cadaveric bride, kissing the sky’s
pitch black breath of ash,
The moon echoes in the ruinous
pillars upon molecules of ravens.
Disemboweled tulips are grieving
upon the soiled sarcophagus;
The howling wind is carried upon
wings of sand’s dusty ghosts
In bowels of stormy colossus, his eyes
reflect in layers of dreams.
Tormented in words of the yet living
are the silent rusted paths…
The unholy canvas is poisoned when
the pendulum struck its final blow.
Steel coffins gaze as famished owls
thru the veil of ethereal fog.
The liquorish Stygian obscurity is
lightened in candles of nectar’s flow.
The fiery heaven and chilling hell
unite under the parchments of old.
The moon rises in enthralling
abominations, bearing multiple egos…
Two faces… two worlds… a chaste love
between them…
The moon carves fleshes in steams
bearing worms of resurrected day,
An endless chaos mesmerizes as I
cleave thoughts in a tainted quill.
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