Innoderaen

Innoderaen

A Poem by Dante Hieroden
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Facing my past memories, facing the first man I was with from those memories, facing my own darkness and now seeing God resting in those wounded broken places inside of me.

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Contemplating the hair trigger pulled

Starting to wonder what I did to get here so

Seething and wandering I see you shade

F**k you I’m done


This isn’t what life is suppose to be

Come on the wounds are deeper here

Parting the red sea, the doubt so deep

Your a mirror clouded and scratched


Where were you when I was dying?

When all this lying took over sight

Rip my flesh off, I saw this coming

I want an end to this agony


Hollow and empty I tread in ink

My pale limbs they drag along

Septic lead, tongue pierced defiled

The oil it leaks, the pen it keeps


You’ll never be mine

All the tainted silken maggots

Simply feed me it with daggers

Your denying me life


Piss poor examples of gladiators

Crazy and mind fucked I ran

The scarlet letters, I branded them 

Each one to each girl you did


For most it was not them I blame

Your hatred and depravity its suffocating

Stab you in the eyes and the neck

Watch as the red switches to black


Wandering lustful you prowl

But you like the other

Denial of the mother

Your hypnotic stare, its blinding


Care not, want not you fiend

Boiling razor raped pain

I cast my lot with others

The coils pulled taunt


I shalt fill you up again

F*****g die b***h die

Go back to the hells of fire

Expires as the maw


Stifling and crying I snap

Claws extended, night new

Bare but not raw I look up

The moon silent and solemn


Supple and sweet I imagine you

As I rot your skin and weal it

Dark recesses, the hunger

Silently I tread, after life


Deep waters, recession, the thrill

Drop the course, the base, the rhythm

Pliers and cords this isn’t for me

Innocent what was lost once


Renewed only in God

I retrieved the noose

I float it out to sea

There its direction North


Chunky vibrating open cuts

Abrasive and grating 

Scrub away my ends

Purify the lost blackness


Sanctum droves blue

I can be healed

The call of trumpets high

What was will be mine


Revived and true 

No more your animal

The leash, the collar

Broken, destroyed 


Devastation of the field

Bombs erupt and your standing still

Wonder if you notice?

Limbs fly and your admiring it


Just rewards for the filthy 

The unclean, the agonized

God is there you stupid fool

But I guess an idiot never thinks


Nothing sounds worth looking at

When it comes to you to define

I’m done the asking is over

The play complete, the song closed


Ahead I see but above I look

Time the ticking centimeter inch

Chains are broken and the bond too

I hold not to the pattering creep


I may not tonight but tomorrow 

Each moment time regained

Somber melodies begin to fade

Fake and fruitless the vines wither


Naked and exposed light shines 

Piercing my scars and poison

It burns harshly, closely

Vapors rise and dissipate


Moody and cold I shift

Still dawn weighs better

Forward and straight

Toward the heavenly stars


Immediate the results show

Leaving no room for question

Completion in the father

Golden grace, profess the case


Debating with the debt you owe

Never a question I know

Lord’s duty not mine

Take the test, worm


Your time will arrive

Monkey on your back says hi

Carve yourself a sword

Impale yourself on it 


Judgement day is on the way

Saggy bad weak kneed 

Shadow begone 

Try not to stumble 


On the way out 

Take it all, go away

No more the trend

Inverted man beast


Take the rest

Beautiful and refined

Holy host of glory

Hold me still


Make flowers grow 

In the pit of burns

The stench cleared

Past laid to rest

© 2012 Dante Hieroden


Author's Note

Dante Hieroden
Innoderaen - Innocent, Murder, Rampage, Haven

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Lovely poem, i really liked it, great job.

Posted 10 Years Ago


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Dante Hieroden
Dante Hieroden

Murrieta, CA



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Dante Hieroden is 26 years old. He is a council member (host alter) in a D.I.D. system called the The Valerian Legion. He is a punk at heart. He is passionate about writing poetry. He finds talking ab.. more..

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