duminică, 12 aprilie 2015

Words transcending corpses



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!