Empty Words

I've been feeling ill lately, so I wanted to see if I could still write. I ended up with this dark piece. I hope you enjoy reading it.

I am empty as a hollow tree, a fallen leaf igniting enlightenments dissected contentment

I have a fire in place of a soul, and a pit where my heart was

The jaggedy agony of Ragnarok's Apocrypha is a barcode on my shoulder bone

I cinder like a willow-wisp in the wilderness a wildfire’s fist

I grip and grasp and slip and rasp the zodiac of Alcatraz the sabbath of insomniac blasphemy casting shadows on the twilight of hell’s highwayman

My bona fide bones grinding in the binding I am a winding staircase of astral-planes ribcage I cannot break free of my effigy

As the breezeways carry me like a wildebeest, a cockatrice that becomes the apocalypse’s apostles the injection unconnected the Baphomet of ecstasy’s exodus inglorious warriors divorcing warped incorporeal poltergeist’s acolyte the lifecycles of disciples to diabolical Holocaust’s confidante lost in the mosque and cathedral of bipedal evils

Vehicles of pheromones phantasmagoric eradication ectoplasm Lazarus hieroglyphs omniscient shapeshifting visionary’s with the blood-pact of the ejaculating Rorschach’s capricious

Capricorn disaster born in the storms of tornadoes halos

And the eye's in the dark are so pitch black psychopath that the rafters raft of wrath’s rapture decapitate the waking hatred in the shapeless oasis of glades hurricane that stain the canvas like hammer on anvil battering ram on castles of glass basilisks asterisks on a masterpiece as the chandeliers bantering incoherently infuriates the inferno emerging of vertigo’s murmurs churning inertia’s cursed verses heretics slithering like slipknot's in the bonds of a coffin of psychotropic droplets of draconic forefathers blooming in the ambrosia of dystopia’s corridors metamorphosis coursing through the moments and veins of my shallow grave a saviour

And the hallways of my crawlspace are gnawing on my solace, and the columns of my oceans are the martyr of my psychosis

The mausoleum of serpentine dreamers seamstress femurs through the dirt reverse earthen with my rebirth

The flavour of my failures assailing the senada of my nostrils clockwork of doppelgänger hangman centipede lycanthropy tarantula dancing emptiness in the depths of eclipse’s crucifixion

The maelstrom called my jailer that hails the scarecrow on the fields that fable my betrayal cloaked by a darkness of the flesh in the inconspicuous madness manifest in the harmonious orphanage of corpses that force their way through the wretched place, the zoo of my condemnation planted like a seed in insanity’s forests, I am an empty shell born where a tree should lay buried in the carrion

Decaying mayhem the bones black with the aurora of my sorrow knotted burrowing through the curvature and strung up from the strewn communion like an all-consuming lunatic visceral ventriloquist omniscience is twisting my obituary into different words and nerves that storm the page of rage in hatred’s gaze, the human nature of fiends barbiturate, empty of pain, bloodstained without a drop of mercy for god

The faceless maim the labyrinth of diablo's algorithms

They have no name for the ballads of devourers

There is no hymn for the cowardice flowers still bloom looming over the clovers on the moon's mirror rearview illuminating

For sacrilege is a river and we are drowning at the bottom of the barrel

Empty shells that pretend to be bullets are only ever deadly when they're festering, the empty vessels cloister voices anointed poltergeist 

Cannibals share the flesh as they clutch at something that is whole for the first

The clarities they've forsaken in their souls

Unbearable, hysterical in the limbo born from the symbol of man's god disembodied

Contorting forth from purgatory, the empty chested revenants venture hellbent again

To feel their macabre hearts throb androgynous like an autonomous engine of their reincarnating arteries darting through the dark side of the unbridled moon

Riding the riptide fire of mornings chords aurora borealis melody echoing through the guitar strings of a puppet set free

Hope for them that when tomorrow dawns on their rotting dreams, this sunlight will be just enough warmth for another chance at their redemption

And let them flower in the meadows of eternity, like an amputated heart that beats in the dirt of their soul

Author's Note

I very seldom reply to reviews, but I promise I read EVERY single one. I look forward to my next review, because it helps me learn. Even if it's just one word, I promise, I will be ecstatic to have the chance to hear what you have to say. Whenever you write something about my poems, or the themes of my poems, or criticize me it is not in vain. I will listen, learn and be thankful.

Reviews

[Pete]

i hardly find these words empty. they contain so much from the depths of mind. eery with many dark twists and turns. disturbing but honest. emotionally relatable. the pics add. i'm always at a loss for words when i read your work. you have a powerful, intricate way of weaving unexpected words together. very unusual vocabulary. many memorable lines. i have to read you during the day else i wouldn't be able to sleep at night. wow ... :)

[Franco]

Honestly, I enjoyed this writing very much. The creative spirit that was invoked in this piece is superb; definitely a one of a kind. Instead of simply typing up a stale old poem you allowed the reader to traverse into an imaginative school of thought. The pictures and theme align perfectly and vice versa. I commend your creativity, consideration and perhaps disliking of brevity (in a good way, haha!) Well done.

[Robert Trakofler]

oh yes that fits the bill splendidly that is all i will say for now but further review is pending once i have finished reading all of the other entries:)

[Ghost writer]

I like 'doppelgänger hangman' just those two words really stuck me, like they could be an entire poem. I like the insanity in this poem, the twisted feeling of madness. I also really like the ending line.

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For the poem, it's great as always!.

Look out for these sometimes:
You can share your poems with more people, I am in collaboration with Jill on 7x7.la... You can try some as well.

https://www.7x7.com/tag/submissions

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[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

That's awesome! I hope it goes well.

[Onlyme]

Wow, what a wonderfully intricate, elaborate, articulate, very meaning, deep, dark, haunting even. The poetic story of death, rebirth and enlightenment. That really takes you to the pit of darkness and decay and even gives slight glimmers of hope and redemption.

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

So happy you enjoyed my write Dawn, I promise to come out with more soon!