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Darkhive de la morte

Moribund

The wind carries its song behind me
As the leaves flutter about
Slaloming through murky trees
Rustled ferociously by a sudden spout
 
From swirling auburn dust she rose
Appearing like a goddess exhumed
A juxtaposition one might suppose
to a sprawling cemetery’s jejune
 
In her sway my thoughts got mangled
Within those lace patterns innocently
festooned with mordant ruffles that strangled
her feet as she pressed on diligently
 
In an inferno of caution I drown
As wounded heartstrings pull tighter
the space between us shorter now
As the flames rose higher and higher
 
The heart is a poisonous delicacy         
It won’t ever listen to me
Adhering loves dark residency
Even my hands had turned thief
 
Ushering themselves to delicately wave  
A gossamer of golden hair willfully
Revealing two Saffire jewels that gave
Her pale lips perfect symmetry
 
Their intentions spread black disease
Attune with the crescent moons peak
And I can sense a gale breeze          
Skating across her fervent cheeks
 
Those indigo lips lay trembling
As did the pressing of them against mine
Causing our battered souls assembly
amidst a zillion whirling fireflies
 
I started to unravel within such bliss
And wanted to tell her of known truths
About the devil she kissed
ardent with scars of youth
 
For the stars scream where I live
spattering their pretty luminosity
over the creature heaven deprived
as a progenitor of many atrocities
 
I spoke of gazebos black with shame
and the smattering of insects breeding
in decadent hives that came
with echoes of a past misleading
 
Because all this was peaceful before
fatalism covered it in a vapid cloak
That father time hastily tore
Repurposing it as a yoke
 
Now each day ends and begins
In a ritual beside a cracked vanity
tears cascading down porcelain skin
begging to be purged this scab of humanity
 
In darkness lies the brightest fire
She broke through with animosity
Fear not death for it is desire
That brought you to me
 
Leave the bosom of a life contrived 
Take your hand in mine child
Bask once more where decay thrives
in your pestilent witch gone wild
 

Vore SpaCe ::// A favorite of mine… It recalls everything I hold dear

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Favored Soul

Misery can contort truth to befit
Your tar encrusted noxious heart
Haphazard and ready to be flung
Effervescently like abstract art
And I shudder to think or
Recount the offers I gave with charm
To lay this tarnished body beside you
In the peaceful joy of your arms
Sardonic affliction bless those bold
Belaying my wanderlust soul to thine
Revelations inscribed on the heart
Evenly dividing the cellar of the mind
Alas lost in love again while
Keeping close , you and I
In spite of vices, depression and
Never ending bouts of suicide are
Given the same dream tonight
 
Vore’s notes
 
Written in a scant two days with almost
no revisions.  Its a classic snapshot of a
boy introducing the steel wall to his face.