Blade Graveyard

A shorted version of "Stray Blades", a collab. If you want to read something shorter than that, with a different feel and one writer, feel free to check this out instead, or read the longer version.

Nothingness sounds

Like the mute screaming

In the arms of a fallen angel

Singing songs of Eden

Instead of gospels

Choirs of leviathan’s baptizing tyrants in the silence

Guillotine gangrene machineguns

Amputate magnanimously dangling

Strangulated slipknot doppelgangers  

Running thunderous from the underworld

Of illustrious knuckleduster fluctuations

We are but dreamcatcher velociraptors

Of cathedrals of shrapnel cardiovascular

Vernacular decapitation as the dropping helicopters

Coffins of operas mockingbird servitude

To a devil with a crown

A level below the ground

The generals bellow arpeggio

And we grow limbs amongst the midnight sun’s mass

Deep beneath the grass

Mechanization of lavender canisters

Reanimated graffitied bulimic onomatopoeia

On the walls of apostles, apocryphal Ragnarok

Postulated philosophically indoctrinated

Hypothetical Armageddons dilapidated evaporated  

The amalgamation of salvation is lacerated

By archaic graveyard bombshells of evangelical hellions

Rebellion amaryllis tranquillity of disenchanted hippocampus

Mesmerization of the aether grapevine cyphers of the invitational

Maelstroms roaming embryos of golden gilded Gilgamesh

Thresholds of leftover oblivion’s photosynthesis

Of chlorophyl origami psionic symphonic autonomous dichotomy

Through the polyphonic clockwork stalking

Psychotropic droplets of provocative of tears yet to be wept in deception

Nothingness sounds like the battlefield after the war

Shadows born amidst the gore like a carnival’s roar

As armies fall with patchwork apathy

To deeper hallways in the basements of hells’ avarice

With the lights turned off, static cadavers cataclysmic madness dabbling

In the damaged humanity of crosshair cross-bearers

Electroconvulsive monstrous abominations that reign over Salem derailing radiance

Graveyard arteries of martyrs immaterialized immortal metamorphosized

To rise in the downfall of the bright

 

For we too are but broken pieces of God called human

Born phantasmagorical from the corneas of victorious memorials of a time

When predatory rhymes scavenged on rusty nails in our hearts

Bent under the will of devil’s in the metallurgy purging subservient

Under the curvature of our vertebrae, we wielded miracles of our faith

Ethereal in the field’s of our egregious graves entropy

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.