The Womb of Pandemonium Whispering the Echoes of Life

The Womb of Pandemonium Whispering the Echoes of Life

A Poem by ParanoidSchizoAngel

Surreal poetry

Darkness began to swell
As light faded down the hill.
The eyes stared into mist
Down through the hearts of Men
Which was a long time before being condemned,
Watching serpentine-shaped lips
Lap up dark puddles of sin.
There were no vacancies for those
Lost amongst gray souls,
Abandoning the flesh, the prison;
Astral body covered in holes.
Chaos blesses to remain bold
While plunging face into the silver waters;
The shadowed aura of crows.
Now raise the eyeless palms
And witness there’s no God to behold.

© 2011 ParanoidSchizoAngel

Author's Note

Eh...not too sure I like the title...but oh well.

My Review

Would you like to review this Poem?
Login | Register


you may not care for the title but that was the reason i came to this page, i dig it. this was my favorite line: "Watching serpentine-shaped lips Lap up dark puddles of sin." that can be masticated on. this is pretty cool right here.

Posted 9 Years Ago

Request Read Request
Add to Library My Library
Subscribe Subscribe


1 Review
Added on August 23, 2011
Last Updated on August 23, 2011
Tags: surrealism, dark, symbolism



Locked-Up-In-A-Padded-Cell @ Arkham Asylum

"I embrace my desire to feel the rhythm, to feel connected enough to step aside and weep like a widow to feel inspired, to fathom the power, to witness the beauty, to bathe in the fountain, .. more..