"Denmother, this forlorn morn
I'll be without Her scorn..
Gone from Her deceptive songs,
Never again shall I do wrongs!"
Seventh summer Moon arose,
My life drawing to a close
and sleep with daemon kin,
A silver halo above my grin.
There She stood; an Angel tarred
Ringed by silver as the maypole barred,
Bewinged like the horizon at autumn's dusk
Clad in black, Cruella's orgasmic busk
Darkened eclipse clad my soul
Noose my neck of pagan coal.
Phantom breath where sex and grim-
A gothick romance, Lucifer's hymn
Another Angel fallen, drowned on the crimson sea,
No more depressive gospels, being whispered to me.
No more Heaven to welcome, this self inflicted glee.
Cheated life's judgement, just to be set free...
Categories:
bewinged, angst, anxiety, dark, death,
Form: Rhyme
My veins now spill forth scarlet waters,
Rent by serrated silver teeth.
Like Her breast sinewed all life,
Fervoured my wrist, when She jilted me...
Repleted by once Her love;
Now became Death, a nocturnal drapery...
"My Goddess What didst Thou to me,
Lust priapic to Thine ardent ****?''
A sylph bewinged like an Angel,
That withered love infected me...
A morbid plume falling from grace,
The celestial eye ebonied.
"My Love; Doth thou not want me?
Hath I becometh a Daemon?"
...
No...
this blooded brine, mortal wine,
this etch on my pale canvas.
is nothing more but a single sign,
To pain's anathema,
-yet you my love...
Will nascent from my blood,
and be robed in ether cardinal...
My suicide, although it's sin
Will leave you happy with akin.
My body was a tumour around my soul,
but waning life, will take control...
Categories:
bewinged, dark, death, depression, emo,
Form: Free verse