I am sorry I have been so long in posting...My baaaad. Here is a lil summn I hope you will enjoy!
Thirst
I strive to find some ray of hope, some anchor I can cling to… Once-before you were this way, foul madness was upon you. Such venom once unknown to me, your shrieking spirit now set free… To fill the void inside of you, where our love is supposed to be!
Tell me now my darling… Tell me your sweet lies… That I may face tomorrow… That I may not despise.
Empty words they stain your lips, hoarding anger against the time... Of destinies blood harvest, craving forbidden daemon's wine. Spitting curses your rage increases, awful thirst goes unfulfilled... My own dark thoughts keep straying, poignant thoughts of those I've killed.
Tell me now my darling… Tell me what to give… That I may seek salvation… That I still try to live.
I feel your bloodshot eyes upon me, a thousand restless flies… Feeding on these tender embraces, I would trade you for your lies. I beg of you to now depart, please go and feed upon the masses. Embrace your nature shamelessly, thin out the bleating social classes!
A gift it was I thought to share... with you my tender lover… Seems as if that hope is lost... I wonder will our love recover?
Lost in my bitter chanting vigil, desperate for your sweet embrace... I watch uncaring shadows dance, across your lifeless face. I wonder...is it possible, could this be a cruel charade? I find myself entreating you, to drop this awful masquerade.
Will I end up losing you, despite my timely intervention? Somehow lose your loving touch, due to my careless in-attention? Perhaps cruel fate is taunting me; I suppose that could be true... Rejecting voices in my head, my fevered thoughts return to you.
Was that a flicker of your eyelid, or only wishful thinking? Energized by sudden hope, my desperate gaze unblinking... I notice now the altered posture, of your body on the bed... Goddess please forgive me, I won’t accept that you are dead.
I gather up the ritual candles, spread them round about the floor... Intoning phrases from the book, that sacred tome which I abhor. Some subtle noxious odor, suddenly invades the room… Reminding me of gallows stench, black roses when they bloom.
Eyes widen in astonishment, as I realize you are softly speaking. Some sort of evil incantation, to bring about what I’ve been seeking! Scalding tears blur my vision, yet I am sure that I perceive… Alterations in your countenance, changes I can scarce believe!
I watch in dreadful disbelief, your youthful beauty fading… Replaced by something sinister, I sense something foul invading. I flood my mind with memories, things that we used to do. This foul thing sitting on our bed; contains no part of you!
Dark apparition beckons to me, awful golem not quite dead. Beckons me to sit beside her, offering to relieve my dread. Grisly smile distorts her mouth, exposing awful yellowed teeth. Her brittle skin it seems to move, are writhing maggots just beneath?
I embrace this grotesque parody, in remembrance of you… One is such a lonely number, my happiness requires two.
Have you ever walked by a derelict sleeping in a doorway???....I have often wondered what path led them to be in that doorway...how madness could so destroy them.......Here is one man's explanation!
I hope you enjoy
The Beguiled
She asked a question of me, it reverberates in my head---she asked me if I’m happy, if I’d be happier when I’m dead. I find myself now thinking, of the choices I have made---pretty sure my soul is damned, surely that is better left unsaid.
Dark thoughts spawn uneasiness, birthplace of my dread---perhaps I should consider, what occurs when we are dead. If only death would bring surcease, deliver me from pain---no longer seeking evil pleasures, bring me innocence once again. Such thoughts as these accompany me, tonight's journey has no ending---no solace for my tortured soul, I am trapped within this foul intending. Knowledge gained so long ago, demands that I fulfill---fell obligations to this power, seeking someone's dreams to kill.
Majik surging deep inside me, causing my obscene erection---desperate to complete my task, no time now for such introspection. Sounds of gnashing teeth assail me, at my entry to the shrine---acolytes of Satan's promise, on the floor their limbs entwined. And there upon the ornate altar, writhing to the ancient chanting---nameless woman gestures to me, unsurprised I find I'm panting. Which daemon is it now constrained, within my human form---who takes this willing offering, that the world can be transformed?
How many times, how many places---how many women beckoning---I can’t remember all their faces. This daemon that’s inside of me, fulfills his ritual mating---which writhing member’s dream’s fulfilled, which lusts were consummated? I think I have an answer now, to my daughter’s question---an answer now so long forgotten, a matter tied to indiscretion. Some of our youthful choices, often glibly made in haste---can grow to such proportions; they can lay our lives to waste.
I implore you gentle listener, please take these words to heart... Power gained from others' suffering, has no wisdom to impart!
I was looking through some older stuff, and this caught my eye...Hope you enjoy!
Neophyte
Incautious neophyte, wandering aimlessly---exploring borders, questing shamelessly... For secrets hidden, from mortal awareness---her innocence making her, unforgivably careless. Stumbling upon sour earth---foul pregnant entity giving birth... To one whose awful name inspires---malignant dreams, demented mortal desires.
Birth signifying, death of dreams---beauty forever lost, birth-mother screams... Writhing and moaning, changeling clawing inside her...birthblood jetting, pooling beside her. Into our plane, nightmare born again---neophyte aghast, driven nearly insane. Grotesque incarnation, seems to be grinning---gazing coldly at mother, dreaming of sinning.
Backing away, neophyte desperately striving---for surcease, from the image of this changeling arriving. Frantic noises,unkowingly spoken---bowels voiding in horror, darkest dread still unspoken. Birth-mother grunts, changeling's foul actions resuming---suckling mother's teat, her life-force consuming. Sated for now, changling casually disdains---this dried husk once his mother, all that remains.
Inching carefully away, elders must be advised---foul abomination lives, birthed before her eyes. This thought paramount, neophyte swiftly fleeing---away from this abattoir, her wide eyes unseeing. Distance desired, from this unthinkable depredation---away from cruel changling, seeking salvation. Stinking breath on her neck, suddenly discerned---claws severing flesh, somehow unconcerned... Curiously calm, she finds herself on the ground---desperate screams go unheeded, for there's no one around.
Changling capers in glee, such despicable carnage arouses... Thoughts of succulent mortals, asleep in their houses.
Here is the newest….I am afraid it comes from the dark side, lol…..Not for the young or faint-hearted…..I hope you enjoy!
Desperation
Swirling cloud of desperation, sweeps across her soul---this awful lonliness, such desolation...too awful to behold. Never in her reckoning, not once in all these years---has truth been so unkind to her, she sheds another bitter tear. Daughter of such perfect darkness, using others' fears---existing on the fringes, broken hearts...her souveniers. Who is this pagan stranger, allowed access to her world---a cunning beast inside of her, cruel daemon from the nether-world?
Looking in the mirror, is that a blemish she discerns---another fucking disappointment, to add to her concerns? Groaning from the other room, interrupts such ruminations---sounds as if he's stirring there, aware now...of her desperation. That strutting bytch aggravated her, grated on her nerves---he will watch that bytch's suffering, no less than he deserves. Rueful smile parts her lips, craving carnal satisfaction---retribution gained this night, will end that bytch's...two-faced actions.
Weeping from the corner, excites her rising passion---pathetic bytch cowers on the floor, begging for...her kind compassion. She glances at the pair of them, what did they think she'd do---"Am I someone to trifle with, someone to be abused?" Squatting down beside the bytch, making sure that he can see---she displays the razor in her hand...her desire now set free. Screaming echoes in her ears, as she sets about her chore---deftly she removes the nose, she just can't stand this whore! Rising slowly she turns to him, showing him her prize---"will you still desire her, find pleasure 'tween her parted thighs?"
As she leaves, she glances backwards...at her mother's other daughter... Bleeding freely, that awful wound...ensures her sister won't defy her.
