Seeping acridity

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.
Somewhere distant,
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.

Reviews

[_mal]

Very interesting imagery. Painful. I'm not sure if anyone could fully understand this but you

[Mariko]

Nice - I think this would work well broken up into "parts" - almost like the old archaic poems from Gilgamesh period... or from the Greek tragedies when the chorus would chime in.

My absolute favorite lines - and these I think could stand as a very powerful poem in and of themselves:


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.

[Lady]

Great use of descriptions - and I mean GREAT. You're incredible. Very talented indeed.

Every line was beautifully crafted together. You're especially very good at the endings.

"Come monsters feast upon repugnant dirt,
suckle from me the ethereal acridity.
Run, skip, jump, hands first into the void."

Lovely!

[Larry Dyson]

really like...."Anger oh petty anger,
empty and pour acid into wanton veins."

[Ruth]

This is so utterly suffocating! lol So many emotions and I cannot take them all in in one go...it is that good!
Brilliant write....such apathy and unrest can devour...not even words can reach the pinnacle at times....this is wow love!
A fav!
xx

[asdarkeyesclose]

This is a dark poem but you write with a lot of originality and excellent word choice to a point that I was carried away by the imagery and not caught up in all the horrors if that makes sense! Very much a nightmare vision but one to enjoy.

[Jūdan FyreHeart]

This is a great poem, I have to say. It has some feels and hints of O.T particularly the line 'Nails covered in grime of hair-line fracture,'
I enjoyed your characterisation here, carrying us through the story. The ending had a fantastic tone about it, the darkness with the little smirk and satisfied grin.