It Feels Like Rain (Poem)

It’s dark, it’s cold, it feels like rain.

I feel the mist, the death approaching…

Nevertheless the coffin brakes

And flies from underground are floating.

I’m dead.. you’re dead.

The souls are rotting.

Your chances minimizing faith,

Into abyssal bliss are dropping.

I’m dark. I’m human. I’m alive.

I was good once… now I am evil.

Awake, eternity I strive,

Embracing obscurity’s receival.

I say goodbye to earthly things…

I need my darkest sleep of reason.

Behold the quantum orb of kings,

Their history evolved in treason.

No thunder smiles, no tender gestures,

Nor day, nor night, nor noon, nor dawn…

They grow apart apocalyptic textures

For Rome and ruined Pantheon…

And blissfully away I run,

Embracing moments that I gain.

Life quadrupling under no Sun…

It’s dark, it’s cold, it feels like rain.

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Abyss-A [Horror Poem]

“The door that wakes in darkness, opens into nightmares“

I listen to these corpses / Deliciously they lie

They rot away the evenings / The deadly butterfly

The storms of their existence / Began to fade away

When darkness entered realms / Of future-past today

The smell of the cadavers / A scent of nullity

With wrongful information / Blood-bath convulsively

To kill or not to kill / Destroy.. Rebuild.. Destroy.

Liquidate. Snuff and Strangle. / Exterminate. Enjoy.

It demands sacrifices / Demands a soul to take

Of human blood-illusion / Existentially fake

Beware the fading darkness / It eats the soul alive

And death embraces you like you deserve to die.

 

 

Sakura [Poem]

A blossom of sunshine / Aquatic underneath

Petals of a scent / Just feels too hard to breath

Arrival, destination / Renewal seems obscure

In silence, with the static / Clouds cry me up a cure

Congruence [Poem]

Beneath the night’s sky… / The lights just fell asleep.

The city is so silent / The silence is so deep..

The fog of winter sings / A sinister embrace,

Just shadows of the membrane / Dark figures without face.

A colorblind newborn / With implants of vague hope,

With holographic dreams / And circuits, plastic, rope…

An ever-beating heart / A never-ending night.

A call for endless fight / Believing what is right..

Time unexpectedly stops… / This web is filled with fright.

Odd Worlds

Star dust. And nothingness.

A silence of surreal nature.

Bright sparkles into the depths of darkness.

They call them stars.

Little children of creation, velocity and expanded universality.

Principles of momentum. Delays and time-evading scenery.

Paradox. And Space.

Ambiance.

Argue [horror poem]

This darkened rain that pours so soft,

This day of war and cruelty…

One gallon – blood is coughed

And death sings continuity.

A lovely, white-pale corpse

Of former lover – mine,

Just sits and rots, decaying works;

One gallon – red mulled wine.

 

I take a sip, I lose my mind,

My temper; devils dwell.

Inside my brain, my darkness’ faith –

My home, sweet home – hell.

A house of bones, the card of death,

A room filled with disaster;

I friended vipers and neglect,

Becoming murder-master.

 

And now at the beggining

Of my eternal end –

Damnation is the key.

Our love was sick,

You lie down dead

And I am lost – but free.

 

Ascension [poem]

Stir of echos, darkened souls;

I see perfection inside your flaws.

Your gentle smile, your golden hair,

A whisper telling me beware…

Within my nightmares – sweetest dreams;

I hide from truth, I drink blood streams.

I learn to scream, I learn to fail.

A whisper tells me sweet … beware.