The witching hour is approaching.
A silky, foamed, deranged uproar,
The shades of night, torment provoking,
Arachnodactyly abhor.
I write a letter on your coffin.
I test the might of empty time…
Dead wasps tempestuously coughing
The shades of night during day-time.
A missing eye, a blood-stained soul,
La mer, l’amour, les très mauvais…
Inside – acrylic of charcoal
J’écris l’abysse tué – parfait.
The night is dark
And full of terror.
There are dead bodies
Pilling up…
And since you can’t
Describe the feeling,
Let me remind you…
There is no light!
No hope.. no chance..
No retribution.
No life after we ate your soul
Beheaded –
Like a rotten ghoul,
Just emptiness,
A dead black hole.
It’s morning.
Mourning…
Dead flesh.. Lost.
Just madness,
Sickness,
Dirty frost.
Dead humans
Rotting in the sun,
My demons
Chanting, having fun
And night…
The pale…
The empty crust.
Adorning
With the smiling rust.
The present
And the future king –
They both obey –
Descending fast
And darkness
Sings
Obituaries
And children fade and die along.
This is my poem of the dark
For Void is where I…
Too belong.
The heart stopped beating,
The corpse is filled
With maggots eating out the flesh…
And the desire of the wicked
Lets me to taste your blood – it’s fresh.
A shiny blade into the darkness,
So easily conformed and cold…
Unnecessary people dying,
A scream while cutting off their throat.
A ritual, an incantation,
A spell to call the demons forth –
From depths of Hell into our word –
Pagans recite sinister songs.
They dance blindfolded,
Dance in darkness…
Naked, wild, in agony.
Blood showers, flames of pleasure…
They kill, they bring your nullity.
They crack the skull, they rip the skin,
They mutilate and desecrate,
They cut the victim into pieces
Leaving them at the Hell’s gate.
They bear no names, they bear no soul.
They’re empty shelves – vessels of cold –
And while you die in misery
They stay the same, they don’t get old.
The darkest shades of autumn’s breath
Embrace themselves in dance tonight.
A silent whisper from the wolves,
Explaining what is wrong and right.
I might begin to understand
The shallow silhouettes which are
Writing blood letters on parchments
And hanging them out on the wall.
In distance, ghouls and skeletons
With old and dusty robes and knives
Are drinking pumpkin ale, – Rejoice!
Because the night is up, – No light…
In costumes, people cross the street,
With tricks and treats and dirty feet.
With fears and hopes and evil laughter,
The night has brought them all together.
And in the corner of the eye,
Another shadow stays to watch
With bloody blades and no remorse…
Its wicked intentions start to hatch.
It’s Halloween, the dawn of life!
A colorful, mixed-up spectacle,
With grapes, with leaves, an orange sky…
Enjoy the song of pumpkin pie.
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.
“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.
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
