CatalystPrimordial wombCatalyst in Free Verse More Like This
The remnants of dead celestial bodies
Your corpses sprawled before nothingness, too many instances
Of why this universe could never be called sane
You were cracked through the middle, holding the end
Of a promise in your decaying fingernails
And I didn't pry, no
A music box left unwound
For fear that the song will return
Louder and crueler than before
Thin notes rupturing the palpating organ
That knows when your soul is no longer yours
Stardust ignited, gathered in a mindless fist
Boiled under floorboards in the house with no doors
Until the boards flew free from the pressure
A wound in the earth
Discord, a mistake that made us come alive
Silver filaments bending limbs unnaturally
Strings cutting through creased joints
Polluted rivers running on white-washed canvas
Eat and eat and eat
Until the Catalyst returns
And decimates what is left
Makes us want oblivion again
We were locked together, always
Like little paper dolls
Until the world tore us apart
The Same Sick StoriesIncomprehensible, shrieking, chokingThe Same Sick Stories in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Bony arms grasping, stroking, groping
Above becomes below
The walls pulse and breathe
Reflections distort and contort
Dead ideas grieve
Tar is flooding my lungs
And climbing all the rungs
On this ladder erected with patience, charm
You'll do me harm
It stains my grainy eyes
Writes disgusting lullabies
The same sick stories we heard
Without knowing why
(You know why)
You miss the transition
Insanity building its hungry hive
Electricity thrums, delusions become
Wholly, impossibly alive
Pick apart logic with tainted magic
Prickling, tickling, psychosomatic
Roaring blood and whimpering nonsense
Unwashed thoughts in a decaying attic
Disciplinarians stab poisonous spines
Against my exposed and aching sides
Prying open all defenses, all pretenses
(Come play in the real world, precious
And I will meet you there)
Swapped with another, a hideous herder
Of lambs you tried to save from murder
Voices curse, hearts burst, and bad
Psyche SlaveYou've got my mindPsyche Slave in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You've got my mind and you won't let go
You don't say why but I need to know
I'm your worry beads, darling
All your pain rubs off on me
Eroded down to craggy smiles
A psychological killing spree
Unearthly umbilical cords connect
To cheerfully deplete any peace
I try so hard to cultivate
Pale and placid, I suffocate
Bleed it all out, darling
Through the holes we've drilled in you
You're a slave to your psyche
We opened every lock and drew
Pictures of your wretched past
Depraved acts, why so aghast?
This is all you are
The flies will crawl inside your ears
And whisper about god
And you won't be able to make out the words
To them, god is the unprotected flesh
The teeming cadaver
The larvae hatching in spring
Their kisses sting
You're our little voodoo doll, darling
Every pinprick gets us high
We love to make you squirm
And soon you'll learn
Why this treatment never ends
So we'll pretend
We'll dress you up for the party
You're our little voodoo doll, darling
I'm insane a
Monster SeedsThe terror of a thousand creedsMonster Seeds in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Pandemonium, monster seeds
Where they came from, we don't know
But this is how the legend grows.
Roots extend in fertile soil
For long thereafter we must toil.
Water them with tender care
But do not touch them, do not dare.
No one sees our garden here
A place of life or a place of fear?
These aren't flowers, these aren't weeds
All they do is feed and feed.
The sun beats down on our tired necks
Could it be that we've been hexed?
So strangely does this garden grow
They want food and we must go
To bring them things, warm and alive
So these monster seeds can thrive.
The maddened love of a thousand eyes
Feeding us such sweet, sweet lies
They won't harm us cause' they care
We have helped them. They'll be fair.
But we are live things, sadly true
Could it be they want us too?
We nurtured them for countless hours
But they're not weeds or trees or flowers.
The horror in our minds and hearts!
We are merely human Marts
Here in their new feeding lair
They Need UsSleep so deep its practically deathThey Need Us in Free Verse More Like This
The crunch and crinkle of broken bones
Trash and tarnished gems
Split apart by fate's cruel hammer
Are scattered to the floor
We're puzzles with pieces wet
Meant for much but not quite right
Bent beyond repair
Unable to be solved
Temporal fissures grow, demonic fractal halls
They lead us astray, like fae with saccharine voices
On nights where the impossible grows a face
He rises from the puddle, smiles and winks
And says give up
Give up and leave yourself behind
Our personal monsters check the temperature of rage
Stir the cauldron of fear
Season it with self-loathing
And map the climates of our inner landscapes
I guess I'm not quite right
I guess I need you
Its history lives on like insects in the walls
No matter how hard you scrub it never comes off
Forever tainted by what we've done
What we've done to ourselves
Replace the tiles in the morgue
And it still doesn't eliminate
The scattered cinders
Of a fire never quite gone
It still burns us
Taken To DreamWe used to be fearless,Taken To Dream in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Back when we still lived.
And yet you hold us captive
Bound with wounds we can't forgive.
Acid of insanity,
Dripping down these walls.
Pure black wine in choking waterfalls.
A stranger of plagues
From abyssal skies you called.
We came to you
And through our hearts you sawed
And wailed your siren song.
Motionless and moon-eyed,
Upon this hungry floor
We are dead but deeply dreaming
Now through your mind we tour
Seeing aspects of ourselves,
Torn and wrapped in gore.
Endless, frantic nightmares
Are all you want us for.
We are deaf with withered ears
In a cosmic coffin, smothered here.
Yet we hear your screams and the words are clear.
So loving as you clutch us near.
Our spirits drift in your ruined land
Wandering through endless night
Black tides lapping at our blood
Oblivious to hope, disease and blight.
In the chains of aeons
Of a ghastly scheme
Bodies dead but minds alive
All we do is dream.
AnathemaI give you an offeringAnathema in Free Verse More Like This
Spilling pain into your glass
Here's a toast to all the criers and to those who gladly
Drank their tears
Be quiet, or you'll draw the moths
Who flutter and weep and titter
In their habitat in society's periphery
Where everything that seemed to die
Found a way to stay
I give you an offering
And you give me a scar
Hacking away at my hope
Until I am but a skeleton
In your scorched, decaying closet
You think you can get away?
An open book, a closed mind
The game isn't over until my glass is full
Until the room goes dark and deathly quiet
I give you an offering
And you hold me close
Oozing symbolic inner demons
You're doing this to yourself
I'm merely observing the effects
And collecting the remains
Asking for forgiveness is like asking for rain
It doesn't mean the sky will comply
It doesn't mean it hears you
I give you an offering
And you push me over the edge
Telling how you care so much
Showing how you care so little
Fever DreamsWhen you first noticed the bite on your armFever Dreams in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
It was small, nothing to fear.
There was not a cause for alarm.
The pain didn't throb or sear.
It was dull, but infection came
The fever surged, a silent curse
A wild heat that could not be tamed.
And sanity dispersed.
A presence rifling through your memory
A changing trickster filled with restless glee
Sending phantasms, intensity.
Worlds that before you could not see.
Oh how they haunt you in the sucking heat.
Swarms of insects seeking easy meat
Filled with need, thousands and thousands of beating wings.
Backlit by a blood red sky, under a sun where life has died.
The steady dripping of a poison dart.
Quick vines of panic of which you're a part.
The labored beating of corrupted hearts.
You are theirs,
Flushed and frenzied as the fire flares.
Walls are growing blinking eyes
Voices chant and growl and cry
Is this death or revelation, lies?
Tossing and turning in tangled sheets
Struggling to know, to b
The Abandoned BanquetThe lights went out on the chandelierThe Abandoned Banquet in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A glorious banquet sat for ages undisturbed
No one has been here and no one has heard
Banisters crumbling, wallpaper peeling
Rooftop sagging, specters pleading
No one has seen this dark grow deep enough
To suffocate and blind you
Into believing you never existed at all
That you're just a figment's figment
Patrolling corridors of a damaged mind
And one day this place is going to come down
And I don't want to be here when it happens
I don't want to see a shade
Moments before I become one
Spiders wheedle softly
In their isolated corners
Knitting blankets for the children
Saving poison for the sinners
Rubbing limbs together
In slithery anticipation
Silken trip wires ready
To fell another giant
Are their shadows exaggerated
Or are they truly monstrosities
Who yearn to drain me to the sound
Of moaning wind and creaking wood
And a ghost politely imploring for another chance?
And the banquet is waiting in the grand dining hall
Fruits as bright and healthy