Nirvana’s Empyrean Valhalla (Heaven)

Maybe the page is just as empty as I am,
Writing over itself in delirium
Marking the skin, drawing blood,
Bathed in ink of a moonlights’ brink,
On the fringes of greatness, tasting the cliffside,
Climbing the skyline
But never reaching past a mountainous Babylon,
And into the depths of Elysium’s abyss;
Nebulous blackened in sacrilege
Promiscuous photosynthesis of ashen acolytes
Radioactive as Prometheus’ monolithic existence
The equilibrium’s flagellantism angelic prison
Interstellar amaryllis television of a capellini parhelion
Shrouded eldritch velvet zealots death knells of Valkyries
Where I seldom celebrate the blackhole stars
Of cinnabar arcana like polyphonic arteries of Tartarus
Grasping at the metallic alabaster grasslands of my soul’s metamorphic lull
In the hulk of my homunculi consumption
Decomposition of my agathion constellations
Apocalyptic like polychromatic avalanches
Disembarking in the anarchy left in darkness;
The parchment of archangels

 

Limbo Netherworld of the Nocturnal (Earth)

Reverberating determination
Of anarchistic polycrystalline Olympians
Of deciduous vermillion vilified dandelion
Aphrodite’s tranquillizer of spiderweb threads
Of Armageddon’s severed headless heart
Serenity’s knife bright with the dark arts
Of somersaulting renaissance
Sound bonding indomitable onomatopoeia
Shattering amaranthine reanimated rhymes
Nihilism fireflies, vibrance adamantine
Psychosomatic abracadabra cadaverous avarice
Reciting cytoplasmic tragedy’s basilisks of cardiovascular basilica
Carnivalesque in the resurrecting evanescence
Maleficent in the iridescent Nephilim of devilish rebellions
Evangelion melancholy monogamy of doppelgängers
Ravenous for Nirvana’s catalysts
Megalomaniac as the stratosphere
High as the ludicrous lunar eclipse
Shapeshifting hieroglyphics labyrinthine
Intermingling chivalry umbilical acrylic waterlily ventriloquist
Of Gilgamesh leatherback antennae clandestinely
Crescent as a silver machete’s crepuscular resentment
Heaven-sent for a life sentence penitentiary as night fell throughout the centuries
Inter-dimensional dementia ending in requiems sentience

 

Abaddon Yells in Gehenna (Hell)

My heartbeats the ribcaged ribbons
Obsidian tattered against the wind of my Rorschach’s sabbath
Reincarnate the manifestation of Mother Nature, archaic eldritch Valkyries
The short end of the matchstick is an olive branch
Bearing forbidden fruit adding fuel to the fire
Burning bridges scattering ashes
Spilling oil as the world goes up in smoke
Down to the roots of the core of our world
Enshrouded in an amalgams’ hallelujah
Execution of bougie immunodiffusion ludicrously illuminated
Omniscience of amaranthine biomechanical cataclysms
Abracadabra onomatopoeia sabbatical avatars of devil’s advocate
My heart and mind are made up
;Of nonsense
Offhand projections of times
I drew blood with the secondhand of the clock
Instead of wildcards
And wore hearts on my sleeves
Like a queen of spades
Buried under bars and clubs
Like a diamondback in the roughhouse of cards
Withholding the keychain hell bound
In the ribcage of my heavyhearted mind
Crippled by the beating tick tock
Killing time without a second fought
Double cross your heart of darkness
And hope to crucify your guiding light
Find a hollow shell to live inside
Intertwined behind the eight ball
Heavens’ gates call between the sidelines
Of a fallen psalms swansong
A glimmer of hope nightfall’s on shards
Of shattered souls as jagged as a Morningstar
Breaking dawn o ye of little faith
For creeping shadowlands leave their wake
And you wonder where the time has gone
Life a storm-cloud never calm
Prayer of a soothsayers fabled bit
You don’t know who you’re dealing with
And with the burden, I carry on
Rotting earthen in the drought
Played with peace you’re but a pawn
Death is like an epilogue
An encore, the show must go on
When your light goes out, bottomless
You’re left with but a shadow’s doubt
For every heavens’ hieroglyphs
Kiss the bondage of abyss
Waltzing with the pulse of God
Or just a cult to alters of asphalt facades
(Like a certain fallen star)
The futility of a light for all
(Although the darkness has its lull)
And while we all may have a dream
The ending is not what it might seem
I sleep Stillwater’s shackled beneath
Nightmares sleep under earthen sheets
Hearts that harbour vessels deep
Drown regardless, carnage weaves
Punctured homunculus left to bleed
Halfbreeds seed, the devil’s breed
Madman made cadavers never weep
Disparity hysterical, buried trees
The root of evil reaches high
With branches dancing in the sky
But we will never reach the moon
Drowning under morning dew

Hatred (Reincarnation)

I inherited a hatred so great
Death became my only fate
Carrying the paper wait
Married to the scythe
Death my only wife
Crescent moon a knife
Sitting in my pity
Looking out upon the city
Are you still with me?
Darkness is my light
Hatred is my right
Even as a simple blight
Overcast out into the unwholesome world
Saviours born without a goal
I betrayed the ones who gave me faith
I bowed on my knees and cried and prayed
But my demons would not go away
For those who wear a mask can never face
Another person but themselves
And thrust their hate on someone else
And so they did the same to me
And lost their hope, conclave and their beliefs
Dug their graves with their silly farce
Devils fighting for their part
Hatred is our finest art
Heaven’s angels still depart
Discarded arteries, hollow hearts
Martyrs pull themselves apart
To build the world up with those pieces until we reach the stars
Even if it leaves us scarred
My heart might ache, my voice is hard
Left behind, I came so far
The path is long, my wrath is strong
After all, someday we’re gone
What else am I to look upon?

Black Dawn, Pitch White (Bloom)

But hell to taunt the endless sprawl
Planewalker I am, on kneels I crawl
Nightstalker I am, on streams I lull
From a common spring our passions’ drawn
On picture frames of rationed song
Cast iron chains; our only bond
Pen and paper aethers daunt
String together words, tongue-tied have-knots
Hang onto blood clots in the rot
Quintuplets of umbilical ventriloquists guillotines gaunt
The words of warden’d prisoners haunt
Underneath harvest moons and shards of calm
Hides the bitter flicker of dawn

 

Spite (Wither And Die)

Incorporeal rigour Mortis
Phantasmagorical terraforming primordials
Torrent of pillaged rivers deliverance
Our love is a plastic, polyacrylic pilgrimage
A silhouette of deathless doppelgängers
Dark Knight’s I left alone in the fury
Cloaked in an abyssal chrysalis’s myriad
Of opalescent renaissance
Penance saunters ominous
Reincarnated hatreds that don’t rip off my masquerade of dawn
Beneath the knight of darkness
The murder of crows
The rage of dragons
Of a redhanded canopy of pollen belladonna polymerization
Bloodcurdling eternity of hurricanes’ graveyards
A flight of stairways down from heaven, into the earth, a ravenous verse
Severed Nephilim reconnecting crepuscular
Twilight feels like my final mosaic death
Sunlight charred discarding my first breath
I spite the ones who hurt me so
Rewrite the hung buried under snow
The people who weren’t there for me
Some people cut the silence just to watch it bleed
I hear the butchered nothingness
Clutch my chest a crucifix
My heart an empty black abyss
My art a memory of past bliss
If only as an afterimage
Pray, for devil’s wounds have kissed
My broken knuckled, braided fists
Hatred grins upon chapped avaricious lips
Left in darkness, I moonlight my eclipse
And wear a slipknot on each wrist
Stitch the wounds of scarecrows’ ignorance
Obscure the markings Arkham in my cartilage
Bones of pandemonium’s chromosome metamorphosis
A chrysalis, a husk, a broken home
Cold emotions I’ve outgrown
And finally came out my shell
Found a hope in hell to reacquaint myself
The sky, the ground, the loneliness
I’m the one who writes the story
You are only purgatory
Death may be primordial
I am phantasmagorical
Try to push me down to earth
I’ll show you bastards what I’m worth
Every ashen blasted word
Let the corpses once give birth
And kingdom come reign over dirt
And aspire forest fire hearts to burn
As the clockwork of apocalypse churns,
The furnace of eternity, man’s own uncertainty
Bright kaleidoscopes from burgundy

 

A Small Piece of Hope (The Ending Begins)

Hope, magnum opus cornucopia
Will not bow to servitude
Flower like a satellite
Write your own stars, acolytes

Carve out your path and forge your hearts
Walk so far, your ending will be your start

And death will never leave you left behind
Time and heavens don’t rewind
Smile on the one divine
Death is just the next in line
It does not know to be divided
To see the world from eye to eyelid
Till curtains fall on psalm and silence
Resurrected Nephilim; ensembles quiet
One horizon, bride to nihilists chiming

Choirs of skyscrapers dot time’s freckled echoes
Still defiant, rippled, imperfections’ replica chuckles
Nonsensical, our only function beckons numbness
Smell the roses, love what’s yours in every second
Only then can you be deathless
Times a friend, she will remember
For every soul that’s been dismembered
I hope to God there is a heaven
Send me off, I crave an ending
Not born again in Armageddon