Though my fallen bride lies fallen
The Lord won’t have me.
Revenge instead of repentance,
Her tomb will taste His own’s blood.
Tag: Poem
Just got a copy of the 10th anniversary edition of Myst
Not that that has any real influence on this post. However, I do look forward to playing it, seeing what all the hype was about
My Kevlar sweetheart,
My violent angel,
Let us go together,
And fuck peace.
Take my hand and watch as I do,
See the fear my name invokes,
The shaking heads,
My bloody hands.
Let us go together
Into the void of inhumanity,
Embrace your base drives,
And tear a fool’s throat open.
We say no to sacrificial guilt.
My love,
Let us walk the juxtaposition,
We’ll live as they die.
Your hands are trembling, dear.
Do not let them see your fear.
The weak feed off the excess of the strong,
Starve them with your bravery.
I’ll be here to the end.
I’ll support your stride,
And stem your blood loss.
So what if tomorrow never comes?
I have you now.
Astray/KO
An old bitter poem and a new burnt out drawing dood
Is a correlation a connection?
Can my loss of you,
Be the reason I lose now?
Is the fact I lost the one I loved,
What warped me to hate everyone else?
I don’t know,
Probably never will.
I have blood on my hands,
And for now,
I’ll blame it on you.
Sound of Da Police
Two dimensional reality
An opiate’s purr
Sinking, he whispers in my ear.
“(heavy breathing)”
Pinpoints point
Some Chords burrrrrr.
Time to be an artist.
Bass-Based
I’m really loving the commercials for that Psycho spinoff. Don’t have any desire to ever watch it, but it did inspire a line in this poem.
Awaiting a bass based planetary bombardment,
Painting in shades of black,
This is my small victory.
A reprieve from the process
Of becoming Norman Bates,
Of looking my cat in the eyes, with shame.
‘Today, I will be the greatest,’
Is yesterday’s gameplan.
As promised
Smoke drifts in ribbons
from between my fingertips.
I stare in silence at the orchestra
For my eyes.
For me.
I dwell on thoughts of romance,
You dwell on the payment for my love.
My heart lurches across my chest
As I watch the acrobatic theatrics.
I long to know the spider-monkey.
She has a life,
A history,
A story.
These fools see her as meat.
I see her as more.
I kinda like Depeche Mode
Now you might give me condemnation,
As just another John the Revelator,
But I’m looking for a higher love.
I may have done wrong,
But you have nothing to fear.
You look at me,
I feel you.
You see me dressed in black,
Waiting for the night.
I just want to see you,
The sweetest perfection,
And no longer be locked in chains.
As for now,
I’ll suffer well,
I’ll leave in silence.
And I’ll just take a pain that I’m used to.
I found an old poem of mine about a stripper, and am probably going to work on a painting to go with it. Stay tuned
Flashback
The thrill of penetrating,
The power you feel
As you tear open someone’s soul.
Someone blank,
Someone who blankets themselves in false security,
Someone who can be cracked open.
The pure joy you feel
As this person confides in you,
And you know:
You are their confidant,
Their friend,
Their Witness.
You witnessed the Messiah within,
Peaking out to see the world about.
You formed an elastic bond,
One that will not break.
Vagina in Blue/Man
Man-made light breaks the horizon,
Bringing with it the faux joys of a new day.
Yet the raven still flies.
The divines can’t stop for me,
And I won’t be their burden.
I’ll bite my lip, and march on.
My hat’s brim funnels sweat,
Keeping my eyes clear as I look towards the future.
I fight tears.
I’ll make it though.
I always have.
I’m no deadbeat.
Believe it or not,
I’m better than I was.
I’ve grown through this shit.
So many pills,
So many girls,
So many mistakes.
Scar tissue serves a purpose though.
It’s harder to pierce the second time.
As nerves die, and skin hardens,
I evolve into the me I need to be.
Just Skipping
Just skipping instead of silly walking through the gates of Mordor,
That’s me.
That’s the strength of my strange.
They used to call me the devil man,
I never want that again.
Well I do,
But we’re talking about you.
Wait, no, this is me.
I’m the blue eyed demon.
Embrace the jabberwocky,
I’m not just cocky.
Fade to my street,
Laugh as I don’t look both ways?
I hope you’ll never understand,
I’ll write above you.
Dcid Corvid 