Godspeed

We are rotting in our meaninglessness, full on the emptiness we are so hungry for closed mouths stitched into smiles. It only hurts to frown when we leave our husk. Metal minds, learn to rust.

Prophecy of hypocrisies Ragnarok doppelgänger

As the flashpoint flesh of voluptuous consumption ruptures rapture’s catalyst

As I lisp the slur of words smudged across my face

As they hyperventilate hatred of centipede redemption

And scavage the cataclysms of risen imprisonment

As the surgery reemerging murdering regurgitated

The teleportation of lackadaisical pyromaniac of primordial metamorphosis

The witch trials that stain the chains of heaven’s gates of hell in the dungeon of a homunculus

I function annunciating the grace of megalomania in godspeed’s insanity

As I levitate over the banner of humanity, in a war zone called home in my chromosomes

As the kiss of fictitious infamous infinite labyrinthine maze the renegades of shapes in my mind

As I leave behind the outside world, and scream my whirlwind Shinigami abomination

As the Horsemen saddle the animals of man

As I ride the brand of homicidal damned

As the surge of purgatory inglorious dystopia ram the thoughts of hope

As I slid my hands across the slope and fall psychotropic

Lycanthropes of isotopes indecipherable incorporeal fumes of illusion remove the skin from my limbs

Photosynthesis of the timespan secondhand's clockwork that stretch to grasp the diamond’s stars

The skyscraper ethereal of forged God’s of Metallica basilisks crisp with the breath of deathless

As the pieces of the group reassemble tempo to rip the rhythm through the prism

As the wifi dilates idolizing nightingale fables of railways of trains of thoughts rotting on the catch

Yet to close the latch decapitated

I hatch the infatuated oversaturating zoom of poltergeists in iron sights who itch to heretics

I watch despair marinate

As the whiz of infancy fly by the blindside of Valhalla

As the Jetstream of epilepsy reciprocate methamphetamine to the elbow of indelible

As the brain cells calculate the matrix of our lives

Of what has come to deprivate, survivalist equilibrium, swimming in the syllabus

Vilify the ventriloquist of tranquillity

Torture fortification hatred from the vibrations in your aether

As the sound travels fiber optic knifes daylight grasping

As the Godspeed sleeps in apathy

Collapsing in agony of the antagonistic dance of frames

The flames of sanctuary warm the hearts of rain

And roast the breast of archaic Mother Nature

The madness exaggerates the pass of time

The words are only rhymes of age

The rot is irradiating everything

The speed of lesions in my brain

Serpentine the first to be

The last to leave now comes to me, left to join the server’s own

The drowned still breathe, the loud don’t see, the wrath is free, the path is green

The catastrophe of the shambles of legs that stumble dead

The sound is notes I never read, the voice is talking through the threads

Knot within the spiderweb, my mind is a computer game, my victory is only shame’s reciprocity

Author's Note

I promise I read every single review, and I generally will reply to them. I look forward to my next review, because it helps me learn. Even if it's just one word, I promise, I will be happy to hear anything you feel needs sharing. Whenever you write on my shortcomings or breakthroughs, or the themes of my poems, or share ideas and friendly criticism, it decides my next poem to an extent. I will listen, learn and be thankful. And 99% of the time, you'll get a reply unless you're trolling me.

Reviews

[barleygirl]

It's hard for me to review this poem. Overall, I feel your message is going in many directions, so I don't know how to respond to that. Sometimes in such cases, I do not review, becuz I don't want to say something totally irrelevant when I simply don't understand what you're writing. But this time, there was so much strong wordcrafting, I did not want to ignore your poem, even tho I don't follow the total message here.

I love "voluptuous consumption" (I have a problem with our consumer mentality). Also "hyperventilate hatred" is so apt for today's times, plus the two words sound really good together. Many places where you combine word sounds expertly like this: "I hatch the infatuated oversaturating zoom." Also, I share your jaded outlook, as evidenced by this seemingly central theme to your poem: "As the Godspeed sleeps in apathy" . . . I actually googled Godspeed, which really helped me catch the fullness of your sentiments! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[wordman]

deep and dark write,sounds like life in a depressed stage,great imagery