Multilated Souls

A short dream of heaven that gives hell hope only to despair its shadow like an afterglow.

Mutilated

Full of empty words

Anthropomorphic metamorphosis clothed in magnum opus

Different, in a similar way I used to be

Like the sunflowers under the moonlight are a fluid eclipse on the incandescent vision incarcerated by earthly memories

Forever vivid as the blind love I see through, vanishing in the tapestry of my anatomy

Like a translucent hallucination of the world I wanted to see

Before I’m beautifully mutilated

Dying slow is a fire in my heart

When I’m on borrowed time, should I not take every minute your second guessing when my heart skips a beating?

Time out, lost in the passage, the sands of this madness’s cadavar

Blood tied tongues run in the family until their bled dry by a man after my heartbeat who sings a different tune and plays me like a fiddle in the game of life

Knocking on heavens door

Stand your ground, rather than lie down and die, six feet under the thunderclouds

Battle unravelling in the coliseum of double helixes

Glass cannon pacifism of multilateral cataclysms

To be so unlucky yet lived through it all, I must have the most indomitable will lingering within the disfigurement of these bone hallows

I won’t fall, I will only kneel and pray upon my own weakness

Lest the stairway to heaven come crumbling down like an elevator shaft from the bottom of your blackhearts with my broken soul; for that is your penance and sin you seraphims’ shadows

For you do not know the true meaning of battle

Set a fire in our hearts

I raised my voice like a shy child

The moment of truth lies in the eyes of the beholder

A split second is a first time for everything

Little did these phantoms know the big wide world

I drink watercolours

Undercoat dyeing my pigments splotching over the wallpaper of the canvas of my hippocampus

Keeping my promise down to the polymers of my genealogical Holocaust decaying in archangels arcanum

I drink watercolour-blind cyanide like a pallet of Valkyries an assemblage of dichotomy’s insomnia

Let the storm rage against agathions until I become a puddle of polychromatic avalanches

Ragnarok that stalks docile violators of amalgamated galaxies of darkness’s alternate realities

Raise hell like it’s heaven-sent

Raise hell until you reach heaven

When you deal with the devil you’re playing for keepsakes

Incandescent manifestos of pestilence calamity of diaphragm cannibalism

Chronicles of Necronomicon symphonic anarchy of disembarking archangels bondage of constellations stagnant fragrances of ammunition for the standard amputated aberration

Amplified bibles siren in the violet veins of skyscrapers reign

Agathion reanimating irradiating Elysium depravity

Magnesium of bohemian dreamscapes reconciliation waterflames drowning in the incinerated waterlogged cremation of reincarnation

Interrogating maelstroms Mother Nature’s entrails sentinels of redemption revenants of endeavours endless as the twilight cloaked in black at the moon’s funeral

Buried white bone tread-stones sharpening the tongues of stars that shout through the balconies of the fallen Valkyries

Interoperable cornucopia of dead dystopias

 

 

The key to my ribcage stole my broken heartbeat I shackled to arteries chained to a pulse penultimate inalterable elemental vessels to a king called Love

Babylonian pandemonium ennobled to Matrimonial ebony insignia death-bringers silver winter

Emblazoned hazelnut I wear on my forefinger’s disfigurement the will-o-wisp of an umbilical guillotine

Author's Note

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