Ignorant daemons Failing to Reap the threats They’ve sown, Because to me All they’ve shown Is that they’re cowardly. I see a black door And it Doesn’t stand a chance. With No abtraction binding me To such fearful nightmares. I’ll punish plagues of plagiarists Wherever they might be known. No time for half measures I’llContinue reading “Acrimony”
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Kleptomaniac
Bladed pens pulsing With the heart beats Of a dying being Taught between its ribs Breathing with the collapsed Coal mines of cold lungs Quiet as the blood beats Drip onto the sidewalk Of a well-lit street in Downtown Stabbed in a bedroom And conscious on concrete Being bleeding out on carpet Before screaming itselfContinue reading “Kleptomaniac”
Qasidat L Nadin
From the concrete jungle Beaches of Olympia I have set sail In winds’ prevail To land upon a coast Of any fresh hell. Gone are we On an endless sea. What bay shore Upon we may prey As predators is what We hunt for: Experiences. Made memories. Us both are Birds of prey. Into abyssContinue reading “Qasidat L Nadin”
Jungle of Hell
Start running Door’s open we’re coming We will set Fire to the fire ones Build bridges of victory On the backs of skeletons We will fall Towers long To land on top of Your barons of hell Doors open in ambush And our answer Is to uppercut Some fuckin’ heads off In the dimension ofContinue reading “Jungle of Hell”
Yawning Voltages
Yawning Voltages With tired little eyes And cute snouts And adorable furry faces Hellpups yawn Of a litter born weeks ago Curling up together With electric bursts Zapping in their mouths Crackling energy In their jaws
Aftermath Ash
Aftermath Ash It fell Like rain in the summer It poured As buckets pushed o’erhead It dumped The grey particles of lost embers They rained On a day where there was no rain Today is the day you remember The fire years ago that raged The aftermath and fallout of hell An abrupt winter blotsContinue reading “Aftermath Ash”
Crucible
Crucible Love is a crucible A wonderful place of heat Where things melt And is mixed by a despot The crucible is a battlefield A melting mortar and pestle Where people cry And feelings are brought to die The battlefield is fresh hell A perfectly chaotic domain Where fondness and hate fight And no oneContinue reading “Crucible”
Consume Reality! 