Suicide Science Fiction Poems

"Dead Star Compass" 


When you’ve lost 
your entire world 
and there’s no return,
you either fold your cards
or join the Legion.

we fought 
on the front lines.

the...

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HOLY IS THE NEW FLESH

burning the rights of an ancient Sacrifice 
by ancestors holy and profane 
the offerings of an Intellectual ape 
hairless and Afraid...

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LONG LIVE THE NEW FLESH

The secret blood of a crucified man a god born of flesh, bone, a righteous soul, so long live the new...

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OF THE NEW FLESH

A returned to open channels 
Open to the unknown the beyond 
Burning humming like angry hornets
Bottled in electric light and shadows 
The...

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Black Hotel
Immortal fear, 
blind rage appears on black rock… 

How does it rise along on a lonely beach?
…an outcrop of the night!

A black hotel looms...

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Pushing past the tangles of imagery 
faded torn things better left unknown 
broken toys and metronomes tones 
scattered after a Wars drone 
the voices of...

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All long the wind swept streets 
vacant windows stare 
like absent eyes of statues 
Shuttered an abandon
standing there 
in their sites 
their hollow façades

Vacant faces...

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In my empire of dust 
I sit on a throne built 
of ruination and lost lust
I sit and think 
what has been seen 
what will...

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Am I the only one, 
the only one left to carry this cross 
through these wasted lands, 
these blasted glass riddled sands.
This cross of madness....

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My head spins as the noise from the crash echoes in my head. I sit up in some kind of terminal with strange trains bound...

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Weapons of mass fury
Locked and loaded 
watching the media Snow 
falling on tombstones

Blinding the world 
fury for the masses 
raise our glasses pour the wine...

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Starlight strata light 
In quantum isolations 
theoretical bridges crossing 
Black as night Space deep personified
Tracing the membrane cosmic your intercourse 
Of deities suicide
Divinities burn, zero...

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To the edge of shadows, we race
Into gilded realities frayed by electric intellect

We creep silently into oblivion's arms
We wade through the black seas of eons,...

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In the clock the man is Red.
Play on Deadly Sands for years...
Tick-tock: bloody bleak son's!
Tick-tock: Humanity is DEAD.
Wading into time’s
Tide, wiping off the grime
In the...

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To Eden
...men came.
With machines of fire
Roses of Desire did the same.
To Blacken the Sands for Years.
A fortress of Praise:
To quite a Rage in a garden...

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