Seeping acridityA Poem by SilentVerses
Restless agitation has found shelter in my bones, unhappiness breeds hatred.
Staring into the marble fountain,
I feel thorns bloom, along
membranes of forgotten desire.
A lust makes residence in my snake-like coils.
Words entwined within disguised flesh have no thought,
but to escape from another world.
It pours over delicate innocence,
so cold it scolds the decaying flesh,
to leave a burnt remnant.
Carrying-in its skeletal leaf form-
a hushed melody,
singing a story no one but I, can hear.
The symphony licks its lips,
as I tip-toe through the corridors and
rooms, long since deserted.
Whirlwinds of abandonment
slither down the tear-stained walls.
timidly, I step
to the scattered chests.
They line the sweetened corners
with their spoiled contents.
From them secrets of a scandal
whisper lovingly through satanic rituals.
I kneel to caress forgotten human attachment.
Forgotten and cast aside;
sorrow is pierced.
Standing stoic I become aware,
the air thick with mischief.
Scuttle back inside:
lock all the doors,
scatter keys, scatter.
The devil has come to play,
lay between floorboards,
funny little tears drip through the cracks.
I blink and awaken,
back in the walled interior
frustration and agitation
crawl over one another in a frenzy,
eating away at my organs.
Anger oh petty anger,
empty and pour acid into wanton veins.
Don't be frightened, I'll tear the mask off.
Dancing through wooded glass rooms,
I rip down the walls
scream an agony to the waiting heavens.
Face the reinforced crystals,
fists meet the indestructible exterior
blood pours, with the drops I fall
to pool at the foot
of my internal battle.
Gather and horde the delicious wounds.
A clock strikes.
Replaced with a yawning abyss.
I'm too scared,
to look within.
Skirt around the edges.
the late hour clucks its metallic tongue.
But I don't notice,
my fingertips are alive;
they twitch and dance,
needles draw words.
I open the stitches and,
in a line make them tidy.
Order; sinking fangs relish neatness.
I turn but for a second,
finding that they have rebelled,
incandescent control tastes these charred remains,
holding my childhood,
they place the noose,
but I refuse to weep.
Lost I run back through blades of green,
until exhaustion claims,
and I fall prey.
Tensely I await, the death toll.
Itching; this obsession clings,
a skin: I want it gone.
Prowling, my thoughts spit on me.
Nails covered in grime of hair-line fracture,
someone come, punch a hole through hollow cavern.
Deceit dances in tribal darkness.
On my hands I twist as
cracking bones run from me.
I yell them back,
but with jabbering defiance they flee.
Tentative first steps fail,
and I am flung into mold.
Flaming cosmos spins,
turning the page I magnify lines,
Words of lustrous seduction.
They pour from ceiling heights.
A grin breaks,
and sanity is found.
Distant friend, pitiful abasement,
I throw you into the abyss.
Freedom burrows beneath exaltation,
cackle in selfish glee.
Come monsters feast upon repugnant dirt,
suckle from me the ethereal acridity.
Run, skip, jump, hands first into the void.
© 2011 SilentVerses
AboutI adore reading, it is where my love for the written word has originated from. My favourite writers are Sylvia Plath, Fyodor Dostoevsky, j.d sallinger,Ken Kesey, Primo Levi and Virginia woolf. I exp.. more..
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