Treacherous Good
Creeping..slowly...
cautious of your existence,
i wander slowly in the shadowed garden of futile dark,
your light betrays you,
and with one sweep of cold, deformed metal,
your decaying, interior skull and all of its parasites are smashed like a mirror,
then peering into the shards i see my blank image,
the figure in the shards is vague and harrowing,
my cold, sweeping breath appears as a soul before me,
until the figure can be seen no more,
the figure that was once my soul,
a soul that was never mine.
Perverse visions and flashings of teeth
Trapped, incarcerated. Her immovable tomb of stone is restless and embittered by its immortality,
as the clouds eclipse the moon,
the light is gone, and evil reigns upon its Dark Throne,
suddenly She is freed by a figure,
a pair of pearly bone peirce her perfect throat,
her sweet red juice is freed and it floats out like an angelic waterfall,
clouds of the night gather and it is drained leaving a cold, liberated husk,
the nightmare awakes and becomes more existent,
the extreme deadly visions escape and are released into the mists of night.
Smashed mirrors of innocence
Seeing my pallid, lifeless reflection in broken glass of chrome,
every part of me separated,
feeling the craving for blood arouse inside me,
the need for violence to satisfy my unquenchable hatred,
stained, tattered polaroids hang around my body,
turning the knife in my stomach, releasing immense demons that bring a virus of decay and disorder,
chaos and dark for all stages of existence,
prevail and will forever...