Erasni

The Reaper (NEW) Ambiance overtakes the most feeble of creatures. . . Permeates their souls, creep-ing, crawl-ing inside of the skin - inside the mind within crannies Of their corpse's unbidden flesh. Their mind is a festering, menacing excuse for a consciousness—but oh, how rage can spir-al man to primitive- primordial instinct and, fuel His hellfire where flames burst forth charred organs. For if he had lungs he would breath; “Looks like we'll feast tonight, my muse!” And His plate will be full of everlasting blood! Despondent hearts pound, thu-thump thu-thump when The Reaper encroaches; inescapable scythe

     In the perpetual twilight the beauteous recluse Resided within the Tree of Forgiveness, for her use Its branches pitch black, but its leaves pure gold How could time betray her, yet only her soul grew old     Her ivory skin became, a haven for her tears But her despondent heart, it Remained heavy, all through those long years In the perpetual twilight, where the clouds did not part     Encapsulating her below the stars Where she could not see that beyond the sacred tree Glittering spectral wonders; the Universe's scars That craved to be blessed by thee     Milky apparitions obscured her within This ebony cocoon, where gnarled bran

 Man's head mounts the wall Man's ribs usher spectators “What is that, father” “The monster, son.” The boy's heads were two The father's eyes were four Their faces gnarled, Their bodies far more. “But they do not -look- scary, Father” The congregation regarded him “Ah, but they were sinning, lusting, feuding, greedy seeds” The boy's teeth elongated The father's jutted more Their eyes pure black Their souls were far more “But they do not look evil, Father” A disembodied head's glazed eyes Lethargically glared his way “Only on the outside, my

I look inside of myself And I see nothing I look outside of myself And I see nothing And when I look inside and out I still see Nothing. Can you see something?

Infidelity Figure of glass, that possesses the seekers, Of the predatory luster, flesh-sword brandished That when the eyes locked, dwindled to voids Slender, gifted, locks black as pitch As she danced, Fate did shift the heavens For every star to align and dapple the grass As the conniving maiden invigorates The sensual trance, fertility, maternal bliss But dare not be fooled, oh daft bloke, Cunning is the beauty who seduces, Withdraws currency and crimson, and Post-theft of the embrace--a taste of blood Entices fools into her bosom, the temptress With cunning eludes the senses and Plunges hand into pocket, dagger to flesh Ste

Angels and Demons In the dead of night, in the light of day, Nocturne and Illumines, sleep and wake. Demons and Angels at a fray, The mongrels he sought to stave away. Locks pitch as night, eyes regal gold, Lips of crimson, prominent--bold. The angel of shadow swears allegiance against the old. No pulsating muscle beats for him, frigid and cold. Come say hello for he would gladly carve his throat, If the words that he spoke would be all-the-more clear. The wise words of Nocturne, his pupil, blood-soaked, that, by suckling the flesh pressed the unbidden centuries. Yet, with the startling facade of youth, could swoop, On the bosom

Life and Death It's Deep below the crest Of the silver chest Foundation's wearing thin Flesh beckons blade Into the heart Salvage peace caress it Nurture it with the morning's grasp Sew the seems Of succession Situations may be dire Consistencies of crimson shed despair Laments of devastation Bitter is the taste (Fowl as death's mildew) The purpose is the same (Nurture the suckling heir) May he be good (Sweet salvation) May be be just (Save our souls) The same as before

Ian's Lullaby, Darius' Lament Grace this unearthly birth, Sublime, sublime, so... Do you cry for the maid, whose womb you impaled? I shame for the curse, Yet a gift I gave to you. Peer through, this looking glass I proffer to you, With webs through Nook'd cracks, Do you see me now? Brother I loathe thee, Gimp'd by birth, Meek, feeble, though Far stronger than I. Prince do you seek for her? The maid whose promise, I secured on the black hearth, Inflamed in scrutiny Your sacrificial birth Do you hear me now? Brother, I pray thee sleep, But fathom for we do not, In night in day I watch thee, Tighten your sheath, Slay my

Shadow sweeper, Shadow seeker, Shadow keeper, Breathe those demons, They shall feast her. Puppeteer of the darkness String your shadow soldiers on. With charcoal peepers see The rot, festering, decaying Good fortune is fading. My cynical shadow son, Do you not know your respite? This throne does not fit two, Sinful light engulfs you. Yet you press on--despite. Shadow-dancer Shadow-mancer Shadow-bringer Snuff the candle Of the light-bringer Guileless one, You will despise him, The light who outshines, Your grotesque behaviour. Murder, "justice", He'd think not, but We're together, shadow-bringer, Those falsities shal

His eyes wired shut, breathing deeper as he drifts Into neverneverland, as he starts to lose his grip Tell him the encroaching darkness is a falsity He'll just scream primordially, accordingly, to the visions distorting Rewording contradicting faces misplacing places Of blood, lest it be tastless, covered in mud As he scrabbles his knees in quivering fear, that renders him weak So meek littlelittle one, come speak to the creature of the keep He'll show you around and frown upon those who disbelieve Slipping ever deeper still, heart rate begins to lessen Dreamstate takes a hold and he's off into dimensions And realms he's only seen