The Ghoul Feast
Gruesome and gleeful.
Full of dark joy. Mewling in twisted pleasure.
Covered in tarry blood and foul ichor.
Wicked grins flashing pointed teeth. Tattered bloody lips pulled back. Milky white eyes with no pupils that penetrate the gloom.
Blue Veins barely pulsing underneath pale skin pulled tautly over their bones. Bones pushing out against its skin..
Distorted and Depraved from eating the cold flesh of the formerly living.
They are the anatomy of the terrible and physiology of fear made flesh.
The emaciated beings give off the strange and eerie odor of decay and decomposition, of sickly sweet corruption and bitter grave mould.
The coffin is opened with a groaning creak. Gulping, tearing, slitting, ripping and cracking. Dislocating and chewing echoes in the dark mausoleum in a frenzy.
Cartilage and bones crack wetly. Flesh tears with a sound like wet ripping cloth. The cold flesh is swallowed noisily. Titters of pleasure and shuffling sounds accompany.
Then begins the sucki
A Requiem for a KiwiMuses of pain are the best fed muses. Nothing suckles energy and spits out art as misery fed muses. They drink long and they drink deep and for all their vampiric hag-like appearance and tendencies I say they help.A Requiem for a Kiwi6 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
They are like the witch doctors that sucks out the snake poison then lay feverish themselves for days, akin to the doctor who amputates the leg under fire and the hundreds who die in every forlorn hope.
The muses of pain are companions in the lightless thickets where insanity awaits. They are the slivers of purpose and sanity that go down with us to the darkest recesses of the human psyche, our own distressed mind.
"Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'intrate"; means nothing to us. We have gone and returned.
We are in the end alone and in that sense we form the paradox of human life. We are so wound up inside ourselves sometimes. We rage inside our skulls and we curl up in tears within our souls feeling like the Last Person on Earth.
As we throw our birth shawls off and we give o
Happiness isLetting go of all worries in the arms of someone you loveHappiness is6 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Green tea dark chocolate
Playing with a curious cat
Feeling the unconditional love of a canine companion
Creating with your hands
Making people you love laugh until they can't breathe
Losing yourself in a forest
Dreaming of what could be and planning to make it happen
Unexpected plot twists
Wet earth beneath your bare feet
A friendly debate
Being there for someone that has no one else
The rustle of leaves
Letting earth from a new land slips in between your fingers
An intelligent conversation
Bird songs at dawn
Remembering your beloved dead with affection not grief
Incense in a dimly lit room
Feeling kinship when looking into the eyes of an animal
Seeing living things grow under your care
Helping someone who really needs it
A hand in your hand
Endless Green and Dark Earth
Happiness is Love, Learning and