DEATH TO MIND, DEATH TO FIND

30 October 2012

THE TRAILS OF MIRRORS, DISTORTED AND HIDING FROM THE SUN

BURIED DEEP - THE FLESH SET FREE
BLOOD BE DRUNK - BY THOSE STILL LIVING

BRAIN SILENCED - NERVES UNGLUED
TRAP BE SEALED - ALL NOTHING ENTOMBED

ROTTING CORPSE, LONE TO LAST BLACKNESS
WINDS OF SORCERY, ACCEPT! AS CURRENT TO STONE
EMPTY MUTANT, NOT DEFIANCE NOR YIELDING CAN LEAD YOU.
DEATH'S CRIES AWAKEN THIS SAVAGE METAMORPHOSIS UNKNOWN.

MAGICKS BLACK: SCREAM TOWARD DEATH'S LATEST WORK.
MAGICKS BLACK: FOLLOW SHADOW'S PATH AS BURNED.

SORCERY SHARP: FLY FAST! TO SEW THE SCREAMS TO DIRT.
SORCERY EVIL: BRING MIND AND PAIN! FIND WHAT DEATH DESERTS.

TELL ME WHAT THE BODY BURIED.

AS CORPSE MEETS DEATH, SO MUST SHADOW MEET CORPSE.
THE TRAPPED DEAD REFLECT WITH DARKNESS AND SHADOW;
THAT WHICH REFLECTS BACK TO THE LIGHT OF MORTALITY,
BY THE SHADOWS, IS WHERE DEAD WALK AND LIVING REMEMBER.

MORTAL + DEAD
DARKNESS + SHADOWS
TAKE ME AWAY

24 October 2012

BANE

BLOOD RED
CAN'T RECALL
LAST TIME THAT I SAW YOU.
IN MY HEAD
YOU'VE BEEN DEAD
LONGER THAN YOU OUGHT TO.
BLOOD RED
TIME IS TALL
DAYS TURN RIGHT TO WORRY.
ALWAYS DUMB
STEEPENED SLUMP
CLEAN BUT FEELING DIRTY.
CHANGE ENOUGH
MY ROTTEN LUCK
THIRD BLOOD'S WILD ENOUGH.
STEADY RED
CRAWL AHEAD
AND SPARE ME DAYS TOO ROUGH.
BLOOD RED
I CAN'T SEE
WHAT'S WRITTEN IN THE VEIN.
FUTURES TELL
OF UNCHANGED SPELLS
OUR DEVIL'S SWEET REFRAIN.
BLOOD RED
ALIGN TO ME
OUR FRUITS FARE WELL AS BANDED.
WOMAN'S BANE!
IN REASON MAY I FALL-
AND BLOOD RUN OR DEATH BRAND IT!
KILL THE BABY!
KILL THE KID!
KILL THE WAY I ALWAYS DID!

15 October 2012

query beside disquietude

when i die do they forget? or is it i who forgets?
as oblivion holds the galaxies, the bog messes my footing.
through the muck of fantastical marshes i tramp
to lose that for which i anxiously tarry
as if i've already been in the ground myself, only i have forgotten.
but is this me remembering? i grasped before, a future..
axioms bygone, obscurities far-off
the sleepless slumber and the road i neither disregarded nor recognized,
i knew of it somehow; how did i know of it?
does not this crux fade? only its grip tightens as weariness grows?
does this imagination vanish? am i forgetting?
all punished hearts, by their own mechanical beating, i remembered...
to dream what i dreamt, i remember...
do these dreams weigh themselves heavily,
despite the ego which by doom eludes me?

04 August 2012

03 August 2012

CURS-ED BOY

OH BLOOD BRINGER,
 WHERE IS THY BLADE, 
 MIGHT IT DIG DEEPER?

VENGEFUL REMORSE!
 THE GRAVEYARD YOU PAVE
 AWAKENS THE SLEEPER,

AND BOLD CREATURE,
 DARKNESS THY TRADE,
 THE CRYPT BE YOUR KEEPER!

FANCY YOUR TORMENT SHOULD BECKON MINE OWN
ENEMY, STRIKE! NO BLOOD POURS FROM STONE!
ROTTEN ONE, SHALL WE BE BURIED ALONE?
SO OUT OF THE FILTH NO LIGHT SHALL BE GROWN?

11 February 2012

SELFISH

ah-licks-tater pornshow

07 February 2012

BEYOND THE PALE DAWN RUSHES THE MACHINE 
TO DELINEATE THE HUMAN FROM ITS BOREDOM
AS IF IT WAS AN NECESSARY ELEMENT OF ITS EXISTENCE


YET BOREDOM GROWS FROM THE VERY ESSENCE OF THE MACHINE


PERPETUATING TIDE OF HUNGER! WHAT WILL YOU DO WITH HIM?
BUT RUIN HIM!

30 January 2012

GREAT...NOT...

A STANDING ROT HAS NOT YET CAUGHT A THOUGHT WHICH FLOATS ABOUT DISTRAUT

ONE QUIETUDE SOUGHT HAS TAUGHT NONE BUT THAT WHICH IS WROUGHT WITH SOME DUMB ANGUISH BROUGHT BY THAT WHICH ONE MOST TRIES TO SHUN.

DISTANCE BOUGHT BY SILENT DEATHS MAY SEE SOME TEMPORARY SANITY


BUT ALAS THE SUN IS FOUGHT BY ITS STRONGER ENEMY...AND DARKNESS DOTH PREVAIL

23 January 2012

a bridge appears and i walk beneath

i am all and i am nothing

 castle of mirror

for dylan klebold and eric harris and their wrath

19 January 2012

open thought to pry the minds of ancient rhymes and melody...as if some-one did care

WHEN I DREAM I DREAM REALITY
WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN STOLEN TO IMAGINATION?
ATTENTION! BREATHE AWAY FROM ME 
I NEED NONE OF YOUR VANITY
DISGUSTING IS YOUR FLASHY GRIP
WHEN SOFTNESS PULLS I OFTEN STRIP AWAY FROM YOU
TO HAVE SOME SOLITUDE FROM YOU
FOR LONGING GLANCES 'CROSS THE ROOM, THEIR EMPTINESS FILLS ME FULL OF GLOOM...A LIVING LOVER'S TOMB
CONCEALED IN SINCERE DOOM
FOR MAN KNOW'S NOT HIS MOON
BUT JUST HIS SHADOW