Part 1; Masquerade
Crown the devils in their broken masquerade
The blind eyes intertwined beneath the shattered face
Watch the apocalypse of their wraith
The worldly race of ancient waste
Disbelief my only faith,
Steady footing my only quake,
Abominations cased in grace
Shells that lie in sleeping wait
Bells that fly through reaping gates
In the warden of a soul
Deforming metamorphic organs lull
As I hold my head high and sulk
My head a mass of grasslands, my body, hulks
That rust away the aether break of day
And favour aviary hallucinations that fly in haste
To read the words that line your shade
Raid the shadowed alabaster axis of dreamcatchers clay
That mold the omens of our ashen blades
And comb the soldiers from the raptures’ glade
Who moan emotions, bones and snakes
Piece back together acrid daybreak, and rise in acrylic nightfall
The geysers cypher scythes indecisive derived for hymens benign for silence
As the rot of roots that hold the ground loose as a pine box
Part 2; Cemetary
Only souls can hear the sound of polyphonic belladonna
Lonely foes plan seers of hellhounds dishonoured
Howling devouring hallelujah glowering Valkyries amalgamate drowned fauna
Breathing sanguine veneers of Yaldabaoth electroconvulsive
Monastery buried beneath the garrison
Why are you as cold as my gravestone?
You pray on the weak, and deal with the devil
You read deaf notes, of every arpeggio orphaned
You bleed dead hope, jugular diabolical blitzkrieg
The tables have turned
For the record-labelling the barcode discount-down
Monochrome tattoos called a price tag-team of more than what you bargained for
Multilateral cannibalized metabolism or recalibrated onomatopoeia eating the words of insurgency
Pythagorean agony diablo of algebra callous as malachite indecipherable
Etching extraterrestrial celestial iridescent metaphors write as raindrops kiss the psionic eclipse
The dead ends always justify the meaninglessness
My stone face cracks a lopsided smile like an avalanching live wire
I feel hole in my heart, I love you
Hole-heartedly
Throwing shade like the caverns of grey clouds in the underworld of heaven
Crowning those without a shadow of a doubt in darkness
Never to make heads or tails over the quicksilver gleam
Of serpentine words coined by capitalistic sails shipping the world that jumped the boat
Harbouring scattergoods bought with the root of all evil branching out across meadowlands of existence sewing seeds of cotton tweed the tangled webs of dandelion darkness we weave the leafage homogeneous cleavage of Mother Nature’s polymerization
Test your fate, amalgamate, bowing faithless, glowering awakened, flowering forsaken, battalion of mayhem
In a masquerade’s euthanasia
I don’t expect to take things at face value,
As I dance with blessings in disguise
I hide behind the light of my wreckage world
Lifting the veil on death’s angels
Life is ribcaged inside a cell, frail, heartless
Prisoners praised within this hell, go to mass, murderers made daybreak
Where nightfalls in the shrapnel blasphemy makeup of condensation’s hatred
Mascara baroness dressed in maleficent entrails of eminent demise hiding sunrises
The blanketed curtains of my sky are as aerodynamic and uninterrupted as the current life I live
Drowning under the star-spangled words of hurricane trailblazers wanderers before my time
Came to an end, that justified what it means to be human
Part 3; Afterlife
A prisoner behind the bars where I serve my sentences
Tangled chords of slipknots like a deaf note
Minor key B flatlining to the offbeat of my art of war
Some people wonder what’s wrong with me, as I stalk the hallways of the psych ward
Still hungry for a drug that never made me human
Never free from silent parts of me, poisoning my dreams
But when I do write, and crown the devils with bedlam’s hallelujah
Kings and Gods, devil’s jaws, I’m the only one who died young, I took life by the reign of night terrors
Rhinestones wear my heart, used to be treasured
And became the fifth horseman
When I had something to live for, such is lifelessness
All nightwalkers of lifeblood are heart-beaters
Worn-outcasts still spellbound by guillotine frequencies
Of brilliant soliloquy sunset silhouettes like parhelions bellow melancholy polymerization
Armageddon is the propaganda of Neanderthals
Swallowing Apocrypha like melancholy wanderers of belladonna bonfires
Inside the whiles of the human mind’s isles petrified through silent asylum
Maybe in the end, I begin broken again, shattered aneurisms
As the hallucinogenic bender of synthetic embryos to the phantasmagorical chlorophyll of aurora borealis
Consequentiality beats at infinity, a dead horse eternal let me ride on the primordials until I too become a fallen star
Driven mad by no-man’s-lander coriander vanity algorithmic biomimicry of magnanimity avalanching dancelessness pyromancing bliss
Schizophrenic hemorrhages of megalomaniac aphrodisiac dilapidated apparitions of nomenclature euthanasia’s kiss
Sagittarius metamorphosis forfeiting room-in-nations of life in the bibles of Gemini
Crown the devils’ elders in their own words
Birdcallers keep your ravenous sadist earth
Calm my nerves, bomb the dirt’s subservient hernias of verdant Eternals immortalized mortified revitalizing alabastrine chimeras
Part 4; Crown Madness
Keep your crowns
Lone hellhounds of elegant rebellion
Reverberating doomsday vertebrae’s
Of blitzkrieg hieroglyphics reincarnations
That scroll ornery cordial metamorphosis
Through the formal sorrowful manifestos
Eternally murmuring servitude to the future
Of lucid translucent hallucinations fuselage
Loosening bioluminescent illusions unhinged fringes
Of infinity diminished by the rhythmic limitations
Of rejuvenating hatred
Stick to the script like a paperclip
Ink-case this joint burns to the ground we shuffling
Like the pot called the kettle blackjack
Like a firecrackers chitchat wrapping knick-knacks
Because we live in the present,
Gifted shapeshifter finger-licking whiff of syphilis
Like a willow wisp in the chrysalis antithesis
Photosynthesis labyrinthian down to the match of Lazarus phantasmagoric
Ominous chakra clockwork cogs inaugurate harmonic kamikaze automatons
Like a sunrise sitting upon the bottom of the world
I hang my head high as a weeping willow
Baptisms of cataclysm amputating amalgamated mosaics
My heart as heavy as a prison cell at the bottom-bunker of an elevator shaft
At least I’m on the borderline
Because I haven’t been driven over the edge
On the wrong side of the tracks
I’ll see you on the flip sidelines of this game;
The one I gambled my life away for, I’m playing for keepsakes
But you’re seeing double-crossed the line
When you burned your bridges,
Pushing your luck like you’re drug dealing with the devil
As if the end of the road leads to heaven
Then to walk away from pathlessness
Is as off-track as a cakewalk for trailblazers following breadcrumbs
Who were already off the rails of this backstreet rat race
Tripping down memory lane like the fallen angels of pelagianismo
Kicked to the curb of the concrete jungle
Because the highway to hell is paved in lowlanders
And we are but castles in the sands of time as clear as mud
And the ash-faultless for their sins, are left in the dust
Cheap as dirt six feet under, a foundation beneath barren the wait of a new world
Rising like a sunflower phoenix of skyscrapers’ enslavement
Part 5; Metamorphosized Reincarnation
I was born blind; like everyone else
Incognito as the words dripped soundlessly from my eyes
I cried silence
I heard nothing but the wind
And felt only the chill down my spine
Like a roadkill of the divine
Crawling over the surface I could only ever scratch
Not yet waterlogged by fear
Like a blackboard jump-cutting loose-lipped from the chain-link fence
Not yet black-hearted as the sun
Overlord of the phantasmagorical spun
Outrunning the world, eyes on the enterprise, making my exit a new beginning
Hanging Trees’ Lullaby (Subpoem)
On strands of hate
Reaching for angel feathers
At the end of my rope
Hanging by a thread
I finally learned to fly
Like a puppet on string
Exspiravit Mors Vuluntaria (The Ending)
Hanging by loose ends
I hold my tongue
A whip I am hesitant to crack
I live in an abyss of silence
The terrestrial bioluminescent world of nothing
I stay motionless
As the world cascades and ripples photosynthesis
The surface of equilibrium, the stars blanketed blue
The dark sky black as the pupil
Watching my clockwork heart tick madly
Raising hell until I reach heaven
