Post by ahktu on Jul 13, 2015 2:27:45 GMT -5
Thirteen hands upon my shoulder, tunnels twisting through the wake,
interlocking fire and ether, stone upon which cold waves break.
Thirteen voices, ever-calling, thirteen tongues that speak as one,
pouring light through crystal vessel, know the words or be undone.
Thirteen eyes watch darkest corners, hearts that see no stately rest.
Dance through dreams of hidden children, leap through doorways; know the test.
Be not burned in flame consuming, be not drowned in airless depths.
Serpent’s poison grants them visions, stars undying do the rest.
Thirteen heartbeats, blood consuming, give of life as water-light,
fruit in-taken, purpose blooming, candle-glow within the night.
Hills beyond the valley shadowed, gates whose paths trail thirteen stairs,
followed darkness, angel-music, pulled to heights beyond despair.
Silence is the space that fills
dawn of whispers, touches soft.
Unseen strength now held aloft,
ignited blaze, truth unshaking.
***
Child, pure child,
cowering at the shadow
twisting through your undertow,
sobbing at spiders no one can see...
You pulled my legs off once
as my eyes boiled over
in a shower of holy water.
I shuddered beneath the savage
ecstasy of your delicate sins,
drawing blood on my tongue
as I crept through your nightmares.
I ripped the pride from my veins,
poured my will like water
to beg the skies to steal
the sneer from my eyes,
and sink my teeth into
the throat of your pain.
Heaven is cold, child,
and Mercy cries blind tears.
Forgive me,
I would rather be feared
than forgotten.
***
If you are reading this,
it is because I no longer exist.
The man I was is gone,
laid down alongside
the clothes of the day,
drained like wine,
I have become the cobwebs
of an insect decayed.
My ripples have ceased
from the puddles,
my whispers no longer
curl about the cracks
of your grandmother’s mirror.
Trace no words from the dust,
no echoes from the silence.
Seek me not in his eyes,
for I am that empty place
you are unaware of.
The hole that was filled.
The void before darkness.
***
Haunting glory with your ephemeral machinations,
the Light is your domain, that you may bleed it black.
Following, notes tumbling on chilling air,
follow me through the garden and kiss every rose.
Thorns, and laughter, writhing and reaching,
baku of a thousand forms, every mirror,
the dark spirits flock to your song!
Crouched in obscure heavenly corners,
slinking from your embrace; corruption!
Cast your knives and vicious whispers;
cover the windows before the sun rises!
Flinching with nowhere to run, what else?
Consumed by wine and song, eaten by holiness,
oh, you must keep away!
Your scent rises through grave soil, bleeds
through the Nosferatu’s fangs, poison of truth
melting the darkness of the form you cradle.
Bringer of Light, loving inevitably,
keeper of the sacred profane, I cannot look away.
***
Spiders scatter behind the mirror,
your eyes a web of golden filament.
Your lips drip the nectar of jabberwockies,
and I am lost in your sensual curves,
and the peppery scent of blood.
The words you whisper between glass
and the air waiting to ignite;
you reach within my guts
and the twisting visceral nuance
of your closeness and distance
becomes the song of my dreaming.
My love, I am coming for you.
I will become as the wind, as the water,
gliding in nubile grace around
the walls of your invisible prison.
I will be the nail that shatters,
unleashing the force of your heat
to quicken the black glass to lightning.
Send your serpent’s tongue
into the veins which pervade me,
into the root of my being.
I will bring you to flesh,
and our webs will ensnare the world.
***
I am always more than I seem,
and, regardless, less is more.
I speak to myself within my dreams.
The labyrinth's corridors are yet unseen,
and in the dark I search for doors.
I am always more than I seem.
Consciousness is an unending stream,
reaching through with metaphors.
I speak to myself within my dreams.
I find the lures in repeating themes,
and whispers from within implore.
I am always more than I seem.
The truth is hidden in a stardust gleam,
whose mysteries lie yet in store.
I speak to myself within my dreams.
At the edge of sight, daimonic themes-
The cherished jewel I most adore.
I am always more than I seem.
I speak to myself within my dreams.
***
Cold concrete, a volatile sea of gray,
rising like barbs of broken bottle green,
scraping along bruised palms
that cling to it in weary desperation.
A shrill note, a warbled song-
the music of torture cutting the air,
the crimson tide ebbing and flowing,
oozing along an incongruent grid.
Red and white, white and red,
stark as the change from day to dead,
guttural utterances of agonized release
rake across the black sky to the stars.
Longing's fabric rips and wears thin,
like the knees of jeans that have known the dirt,
a throat as raw as the broken skin,
give in, give in, pay now for your sins
and let your repentance begin.
Upon a flawless canvas, bowed like the arc of a blade,
the masterpiece of retribution will be etched,
clawed from trembling flesh,
and high above the angels sing
to welcome in the day.
***
My tongue is a desert.
Words blown about, desolate,
uninhabited, feared.
My eyes are an over-painted
slick cliche, blinking
across a rusted atrocity.
My hands have aged from
under-use, hesitant
to reap a bounty forsaken.
When my words were like
clean water and seeds,
making the ice fields glow;
when my fingers drew fibers
from your heart
in golden strands, conjoining;
I would have borne
the agony of my senses
to stitch our worlds together.
The mud has swallowed
my intentions, vomited
a shell-shocked copy you
court with more courtesy
than the truth springing from
my bones like crystal shards.
In a world of neon saturation,
your eyes blinking like headlights,
I did not stop shining.
***
I felt the Darkness breathe.
Your life, pulsing around me,
that primal heartbeat throbs
within my chest when no stars shine.
Your touch is black velvet,
a soft explosion of ice and fire,
as unknowable as gravity.
My throat swells, my pulse quickens.
My pupils dilate when you are near,
and when you whisper in the rustling of leaves
my skin alights with gooseflesh.
Dare I raise my lips to your throat,
dare I partake what you offer?
Yet should your black take flight,
and I behold the twisting inner workings,
machinations of the void,
the writhing of centipedes
and ecstasy! Oh,
to be full in solitude,
the emptiness itself a breath of life!
You turn your hand and my skin peels off.
I catapult backwards into an inverted symphony,
turning inside out of myself.
Your silence is so loud!
In blindness I see your face,
your terrible beauty causing my breath to still.
Nothing is where I feel your caress,
where Death smiles through black rivers,
where the moon bleeds and the wolves howl.
I found your altar, in the roiling roots,
my dread a palpable force,
my lust a potent sentience.
Through your obsidian mirror
my own eyes beckon freedom.
You give yourself so openly,
only ever offering more,
and in the twisting pathways of my veins
you transform lead into gold.
***
In the world of dreams, they flash like dragons.
Their souls bleed with the promise of new colors.
They move as shadows, half-real, ethereal
and their breath freezes the air in my lungs.
They are heavy and light, quick and deliberate,
and when they touch you, they see you.
Nothing is done without meaning.
Their kiss is to become the star of God.
They throb with the pulse of primordial fear,
and their every glance is a call of desire.
Hidden ones overflow with the forbidden,
awaiting those with the fearlessness to reach.
They do not speak, they cut your soul,
implanting smoking embers in your veins.
They know all your limits, how far to push,
and when to push past, ruthlessly tender.
See them, the monsters who love you.
In a burst of shadowed wings, razor claws
and the caress of heaven’s dawn, and you;
you in the grip of love and trust and Death:
you will be reborn.
***
It is a dark room, lit only by candles and an ethereal glow of hellish red spilling from the eyes of the corner shadows coalescing to observe our little party.
Lush opulence, silk and velvet, and the carefully polished table where the feast is to be had, draped with a fine layer of macabre. A goblet of silver, a living hush on the air, whose heaviness sticks to the back of the lungs like charcoal dust.
And the feast, so beautifully displayed- the white flesh trembling with chill, the pale eyes holding unfathomable depths and already I am drunk on the wine of fear. My movements leave giddy trails. I descend.
Terror blooms in a sour tang as I watch the predator come upon me, as our synapses arc toward one another in electric war cries, as the teeth close in my tender flesh. I writhe at the sanguine taste in my throat, the innocence, the light so white it turns my veins to fire.
The delicacy of it is unfathomable, unbearable and ecstasy. Devouring without mercy, the dread building to orgasmic heights, desperate clawing drowned in moans spilling from a neck bared in utter vulnerability.
I can see your barest bones, my darling. Arms wrap around my twisting spine and the struggle turns to lust. My everything is for you, as you coil your serpentine tongue through the corridors of my soul.
My mind cannot comprehend the depths of your vicious mercy. I pull you so close to myself, so gently, so intimate, as I find new veins of your essence to lap with insatiable hunger.
It is you who holds my deepest, darkest love. Oh, my beloved. You fill my mouth with sweetness. You restore the youth of my soul. You succumb to the passion of my eternal hunger.
I can see my reflection in the table beneath me, one body stained in blood and the sinew strings of eternity. I smile.
interlocking fire and ether, stone upon which cold waves break.
Thirteen voices, ever-calling, thirteen tongues that speak as one,
pouring light through crystal vessel, know the words or be undone.
Thirteen eyes watch darkest corners, hearts that see no stately rest.
Dance through dreams of hidden children, leap through doorways; know the test.
Be not burned in flame consuming, be not drowned in airless depths.
Serpent’s poison grants them visions, stars undying do the rest.
Thirteen heartbeats, blood consuming, give of life as water-light,
fruit in-taken, purpose blooming, candle-glow within the night.
Hills beyond the valley shadowed, gates whose paths trail thirteen stairs,
followed darkness, angel-music, pulled to heights beyond despair.
Silence is the space that fills
dawn of whispers, touches soft.
Unseen strength now held aloft,
ignited blaze, truth unshaking.
***
Child, pure child,
cowering at the shadow
twisting through your undertow,
sobbing at spiders no one can see...
You pulled my legs off once
as my eyes boiled over
in a shower of holy water.
I shuddered beneath the savage
ecstasy of your delicate sins,
drawing blood on my tongue
as I crept through your nightmares.
I ripped the pride from my veins,
poured my will like water
to beg the skies to steal
the sneer from my eyes,
and sink my teeth into
the throat of your pain.
Heaven is cold, child,
and Mercy cries blind tears.
Forgive me,
I would rather be feared
than forgotten.
***
If you are reading this,
it is because I no longer exist.
The man I was is gone,
laid down alongside
the clothes of the day,
drained like wine,
I have become the cobwebs
of an insect decayed.
My ripples have ceased
from the puddles,
my whispers no longer
curl about the cracks
of your grandmother’s mirror.
Trace no words from the dust,
no echoes from the silence.
Seek me not in his eyes,
for I am that empty place
you are unaware of.
The hole that was filled.
The void before darkness.
***
Haunting glory with your ephemeral machinations,
the Light is your domain, that you may bleed it black.
Following, notes tumbling on chilling air,
follow me through the garden and kiss every rose.
Thorns, and laughter, writhing and reaching,
baku of a thousand forms, every mirror,
the dark spirits flock to your song!
Crouched in obscure heavenly corners,
slinking from your embrace; corruption!
Cast your knives and vicious whispers;
cover the windows before the sun rises!
Flinching with nowhere to run, what else?
Consumed by wine and song, eaten by holiness,
oh, you must keep away!
Your scent rises through grave soil, bleeds
through the Nosferatu’s fangs, poison of truth
melting the darkness of the form you cradle.
Bringer of Light, loving inevitably,
keeper of the sacred profane, I cannot look away.
***
Spiders scatter behind the mirror,
your eyes a web of golden filament.
Your lips drip the nectar of jabberwockies,
and I am lost in your sensual curves,
and the peppery scent of blood.
The words you whisper between glass
and the air waiting to ignite;
you reach within my guts
and the twisting visceral nuance
of your closeness and distance
becomes the song of my dreaming.
My love, I am coming for you.
I will become as the wind, as the water,
gliding in nubile grace around
the walls of your invisible prison.
I will be the nail that shatters,
unleashing the force of your heat
to quicken the black glass to lightning.
Send your serpent’s tongue
into the veins which pervade me,
into the root of my being.
I will bring you to flesh,
and our webs will ensnare the world.
***
I am always more than I seem,
and, regardless, less is more.
I speak to myself within my dreams.
The labyrinth's corridors are yet unseen,
and in the dark I search for doors.
I am always more than I seem.
Consciousness is an unending stream,
reaching through with metaphors.
I speak to myself within my dreams.
I find the lures in repeating themes,
and whispers from within implore.
I am always more than I seem.
The truth is hidden in a stardust gleam,
whose mysteries lie yet in store.
I speak to myself within my dreams.
At the edge of sight, daimonic themes-
The cherished jewel I most adore.
I am always more than I seem.
I speak to myself within my dreams.
***
Cold concrete, a volatile sea of gray,
rising like barbs of broken bottle green,
scraping along bruised palms
that cling to it in weary desperation.
A shrill note, a warbled song-
the music of torture cutting the air,
the crimson tide ebbing and flowing,
oozing along an incongruent grid.
Red and white, white and red,
stark as the change from day to dead,
guttural utterances of agonized release
rake across the black sky to the stars.
Longing's fabric rips and wears thin,
like the knees of jeans that have known the dirt,
a throat as raw as the broken skin,
give in, give in, pay now for your sins
and let your repentance begin.
Upon a flawless canvas, bowed like the arc of a blade,
the masterpiece of retribution will be etched,
clawed from trembling flesh,
and high above the angels sing
to welcome in the day.
***
My tongue is a desert.
Words blown about, desolate,
uninhabited, feared.
My eyes are an over-painted
slick cliche, blinking
across a rusted atrocity.
My hands have aged from
under-use, hesitant
to reap a bounty forsaken.
When my words were like
clean water and seeds,
making the ice fields glow;
when my fingers drew fibers
from your heart
in golden strands, conjoining;
I would have borne
the agony of my senses
to stitch our worlds together.
The mud has swallowed
my intentions, vomited
a shell-shocked copy you
court with more courtesy
than the truth springing from
my bones like crystal shards.
In a world of neon saturation,
your eyes blinking like headlights,
I did not stop shining.
***
I felt the Darkness breathe.
Your life, pulsing around me,
that primal heartbeat throbs
within my chest when no stars shine.
Your touch is black velvet,
a soft explosion of ice and fire,
as unknowable as gravity.
My throat swells, my pulse quickens.
My pupils dilate when you are near,
and when you whisper in the rustling of leaves
my skin alights with gooseflesh.
Dare I raise my lips to your throat,
dare I partake what you offer?
Yet should your black take flight,
and I behold the twisting inner workings,
machinations of the void,
the writhing of centipedes
and ecstasy! Oh,
to be full in solitude,
the emptiness itself a breath of life!
You turn your hand and my skin peels off.
I catapult backwards into an inverted symphony,
turning inside out of myself.
Your silence is so loud!
In blindness I see your face,
your terrible beauty causing my breath to still.
Nothing is where I feel your caress,
where Death smiles through black rivers,
where the moon bleeds and the wolves howl.
I found your altar, in the roiling roots,
my dread a palpable force,
my lust a potent sentience.
Through your obsidian mirror
my own eyes beckon freedom.
You give yourself so openly,
only ever offering more,
and in the twisting pathways of my veins
you transform lead into gold.
***
In the world of dreams, they flash like dragons.
Their souls bleed with the promise of new colors.
They move as shadows, half-real, ethereal
and their breath freezes the air in my lungs.
They are heavy and light, quick and deliberate,
and when they touch you, they see you.
Nothing is done without meaning.
Their kiss is to become the star of God.
They throb with the pulse of primordial fear,
and their every glance is a call of desire.
Hidden ones overflow with the forbidden,
awaiting those with the fearlessness to reach.
They do not speak, they cut your soul,
implanting smoking embers in your veins.
They know all your limits, how far to push,
and when to push past, ruthlessly tender.
See them, the monsters who love you.
In a burst of shadowed wings, razor claws
and the caress of heaven’s dawn, and you;
you in the grip of love and trust and Death:
you will be reborn.
***
It is a dark room, lit only by candles and an ethereal glow of hellish red spilling from the eyes of the corner shadows coalescing to observe our little party.
Lush opulence, silk and velvet, and the carefully polished table where the feast is to be had, draped with a fine layer of macabre. A goblet of silver, a living hush on the air, whose heaviness sticks to the back of the lungs like charcoal dust.
And the feast, so beautifully displayed- the white flesh trembling with chill, the pale eyes holding unfathomable depths and already I am drunk on the wine of fear. My movements leave giddy trails. I descend.
Terror blooms in a sour tang as I watch the predator come upon me, as our synapses arc toward one another in electric war cries, as the teeth close in my tender flesh. I writhe at the sanguine taste in my throat, the innocence, the light so white it turns my veins to fire.
The delicacy of it is unfathomable, unbearable and ecstasy. Devouring without mercy, the dread building to orgasmic heights, desperate clawing drowned in moans spilling from a neck bared in utter vulnerability.
I can see your barest bones, my darling. Arms wrap around my twisting spine and the struggle turns to lust. My everything is for you, as you coil your serpentine tongue through the corridors of my soul.
My mind cannot comprehend the depths of your vicious mercy. I pull you so close to myself, so gently, so intimate, as I find new veins of your essence to lap with insatiable hunger.
It is you who holds my deepest, darkest love. Oh, my beloved. You fill my mouth with sweetness. You restore the youth of my soul. You succumb to the passion of my eternal hunger.
I can see my reflection in the table beneath me, one body stained in blood and the sinew strings of eternity. I smile.