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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.

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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.

DarK

0d4aecdd93656d8ae1dfa257d4b0b399Filled with delight…
A storm, a love, a fight,
A blackness in the light.
My morning in the night.

Your eyes whisper the rain.
I see you, want you again,
Embrace me, dark profane!
The blood kisses the vein…

And often I fall for you,
With lies that seem so true.
And calm, and beautifully cruel
My moon that now looks through.

In the name of dark..

Cold. So cold you cannot move. So cold you cannot feel… your heart is frozen and its adaptability to the freezing sensation makes it a clueless organ.. useless.. untouchable.

It is winter.

You know.. the winter that repeats itself every year. Plainly cold.. windy.. with a scent of freshness but with a nuance of dirt.

The perfect mirror image for the human soul. These two.. winter and the human soul have the same mysterious essence.. fresh dirt.

It seems clean even if it is just filth.. sorrow.. pain.. grief.. greed.. selfishness..

It is wind outside. Just like sometimes it is wind in my head. And I start to scream and fucking break everything around me. But the wind doesn’t stop. Contrary to what I expect to happen.. it divides into sparkles of black magic and forms a dark tornado.

It is called my hatred. The devil’s hatred for those who dwell into their own inabilities. Lack of passion.. lack of direction.. lack of purpose.

They say you only die once.. while these fucking maggots swarm around and eat your eyeballs. But with a lack of perspective.. your eyes are already rotten.. nests for angelic worms.

Again.. winter. Time passes by.. lights fade away.. people forget. Only I.. remain captive into a coffin of sad memories. I breathe them.. I drink their blood.. I enjoy my pain.

Sadistically methods of keeping some alive.. some buried.. some close to me.. and some trapped away in an cloudy ocean of unhappiness.

Cold again.. with each second that crosses the domain of existence it seems to be colder and colder.

A tricky weather.. just like the puzzled mind of a serial killer. It waits for you to make a mistake in order to get your vitality. You become a victim of your own ilusions. You dream within dreaming.. you live within death. And after that you vanish.

Dark.

The night is dark but fragile. It can kill or give birth to emotion. Basically the most important ingredient in everything is emotion.

In the name of dark.. I command you to… feel.

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In-Sanity

The truth speaks in convulsions

Twisted, dark precipitations

Tar pours down from clouds of autumn

Pressing shadows down to bottom…

Do we see the monsters’ clan?

Do we know their wicked plan?

I guess not, we’re simple strangers…

We embrace the mortal dangers.