Outpour of Noir Upon a Dark Austere Moor

A dark poem inspired by the works of E. Allen Poe and the divinity of wine

Ablast with anger and pain, ardently arguing with individuals insane

I always wander in altogether wonders

With psychosis knocking at my brain

Like a mad monk monotonously wanders, dark forbidden plains

Aplauged with ominous obstacles opening obliteration 

I patiently await in the arms of Satan

Preemptively perceiving my predestined makings

Like an incarcerated incantation ushering to death creation

On the empty moor, I quietly pour my quintessential thoughts upon the shore

Like Hannibal's elephants enveloped into Punic war

I travel upon gravel in thoughts steeped in ancient lore

Passions burning to the core for the one I adore

Lost and accosted as I climb out of moss and swampy mental state

A life quietly erased right in front of my face

Left me stark maddened and crazed in a daze

Upon empty dayless days

I float upon hated as passerby fated to judge my berated match-mated

A sinister hunger sated to feel unafraid and pre-dated to old rite created

Left timeless like opiated statement 

The loneliness I have thoughtlessly raked in

Another heavy rain falls upon windowpane

Trickling tortuously a fortnight ago just the same

Feeling like a chess piece released from the game

A pawn one can just pick up, move, and maim 

Forever I remain...

A life of nomadic barbarism struck heart-chords with precision

Stark wound left from dark derision 

Like a devilish revision of Christ arisen

Dante's Inferno to be my destined prison my damnation hardly hidden

Like penetrated nation 

Colonized, realized I stare on steel-eyed

Dangerously crazed and strangeness to this maze

Upon ourselves we raised in dizziness and haze

I'll never erase the stain, of the portrait of morbid past hanged

Spare me the rod, spoil the cane

Choices voiced upon the astral plain

My life's lovelust longlost to be my bane

Forever I remain...