The eyes of the surrounding beasts
grow ever blind;
The owls have sacrificed them to
forgotten gods of old.
A loss of memory entombs us as
equals to the path we find –
The untamed and unholy steps of the
quill that stories has told.
In the thrill of a murdering “hello”
our gazes shiver,
Imagination goes rampant and slices
minds of ethereal flesh;
Hearts are on the table… to be
served raw and fresh.
Through your hair the bullets of my
whispers quiver.
My skin is the parchment your words
thresh
Amidst the chaos… runes your tongue
carves… refresh.
In the twilight of mortals your sun
my breath has taken.
The muses that haunt you I embrace… forsaken!
In a tainted echo the tenebrous stars
awaken
And ruins enshroud us, while chants
of pagan rites are undertaken…
We talk about the country; we share
prophecy of life;
You weep for my sweethearts… with
thy hand wielding the knife;
I sing to them with tunes of the
decadent fife;
You then say the forbidden words “I
want to be your wife”…
I enthrall you to lacerate the sacrosanct
ideas… on cookies then we strife…
Saints or angels we hang and behead
in the heavens…
We travel the crimson veins on wings
of the ravens…
A prayer you say for my sinning corpse
and ashy soul,
But in darkness you hope that one’s
self rots as thy ghoul.
With the diaphanous lips you bring
me to silence…
The power of thy occult kiss
conquers all in silence…
Your justice and revenge howl in my
ghost the silence…
My soul is slumbering in a seraphic crypt
in silence…
My molecules are poisoned in the
taste of thy silence…
Canvas of silence... Silence!
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