Abattoir Poems - Poems about Abattoir

...In the cartographies merger with the soul, where topographies bring thought converge, a hidden rose blooms, its petals unfolding, like a cipher's dark emerge, thorns burst contradiction ......Read the rest...

... Too little too late God said to me in this dream I had about fate So I asked him what did he expect, A goody two shoes a prophet a saint to be something I ain’t Not at all he ......Read the rest...

...From the chthonic chasm, I materialize in sarcophagus Spectral filaments of the netherworld Spiral in a maelstrom around my silhouette Osseous structures fracture contort I ascend from the fecund......Read the rest...

...Fragile fragments lachrymose, sanctified sapphire rivulets, lamentable malevolence of my fetters, is there a sanctuary from this tableau to which I am shackled as you cascade down the window pane? E......Read the rest...

...Esoteric enchantress mellifluously serenades Abattoir hymn of threnody in this boudoir Quintessential embodiment of thanatopsis Quixotic dreamscape’s lachrymose fountain Melody of scarlet puppet......Read the rest...

...An abattoir, a hymn of scythes severing flesh, is sung mellifluously by a siren with onyx scales. Bubbles in the twilight abyssal depths, a symphonic orchestra of eels gavotte. Orbs watch at these pr......Read the rest...

...Lest I halt this pervasive thought that’s wiggling in to perform something indescribably ineffable. As repose in this boudoir, my ossuary exudes a graveolent aura, a baleful lust for the necromantic.......Read the rest...

...(Piece is intended to be the most complex vocabulary gothic ever) Grandiloquence, mellifluous pulchritudinous, gaiety of quintessential moistening serendipity, bile deluge if you show the sangu......Read the rest...

... Twas daybreak as this bright morn I rose Greeted at breakfast by my darling Rose A brief time together as by seven I've left Out to the garden, the street and then left Along cobbled paths wh......Read the rest...

...you put your silks and satins in me, a darkened abattoir I see your pain, a summer crisis staring sometimes for minutes it's a love hate relationship it's a love hate hall of mirrors lost in d......Read the rest...

...No one dead is reaching out to you That's my voice that you hear when you're remembering all the opportunities you let go This is the lonely road and not only are you driving it but I watched y......Read the rest...

...I heard screams from those marked for a guillotine death No compromises for their cries before taking a last breath Words of repentance for dastardly crimes were bemoaned Begging for mercy with fe......Read the rest...

...The white doves as they left the rivers of joy and light Wept as they saw night's darkness approaching their garden of gladness Their hearts saw the upcoming battle with this alien fungus in sigh......Read the rest...

...endless story I have tried to tell a story of a rat that fell from the ceiling It landed among drinkers in a café I ran, Never had I seen a café emptying of people in two seconds flat; the rat ......Read the rest...

...the oppression The town's sewer pipe ends in the middle of a fjord a gray mass slowly dispersing forever into blue water like a sin forgiven after Sunday's mass. When the last sheep was bou......Read the rest...