Love Poem ~ Burning of Skin

Burning of skin. Fire within.
Every one’s rotting around me.

Taste of decay. Unsettling day.
Inside silence surprises you.

Pleasantly plagued. Mission is vain.
My lack compassion astounds them.

Flesh cut away. Taken bits already decayed.
What’s there to say?

Forget them. Forget you.
Let my world astound you.

Poetry ~ The Thorn and The Petal

Thorn:

Ever sweet pain.
Reminder one is loved and alive.

Petal:

Full of scent, fresh air against heat.
Bring beauty to life.

Twins combined ever entwined.
Tracing dirt entranced.

Till day comes…

Petal sent back to spirit.
Thorn goes back to dust.

Poetry ~ Undead Garden

Goblins and ghouls in strobe light.
Tingling wishes. Terrible fright.
Spine extracting experience for lucky few.

Terrified whimsical daze: awkward laughter!

Peaceful blissful abyss.
A happy hallow hell.
Forced blood gush is the gist.

Grave dug deep by craven image.
Rotten eyes stab congealed soul.

Dash through yard,
Passing ghastly ghost monster.

Undead garden.

Saturated by blood and despair.
Till you die from laughter…
Now, filling your hair.

Dark Poetry ~ All Old Stains…

Ache rush through veins.

Unrestrained restraint?

See through; heart beats.

 

Hand meets meat.

Flesh hues.

Reds turn blues.

 

Tear glisten smile.

 

Armor plating begins to crumble.

Upon your heart I stumble.

What is this? May I ask.

 

Oh MY! Am I seeping into your soul?

Feeling… losing arm’s length control.

 

Sensing my detergent entering your veins.

Fading all old stains.

Dark Poetry ~ The Valley of Spit

Lost within spirals, gashes of turbulence,

Doubt careens into my skull spilling cream…

Sweet pleasure of surety.

Devoured by greater understanding.

 

Nothing learned about everything,

Three days forgotten, I am reborn.

Stronger longing but no longer waiting.

Aching for sublime happy endings.

 

Withered death dreams.

Fractured pieces of sanity back to the valley.
Rising to Ashes from which I came.

Happiness only when I’m slumber’s slut.

 

Swimming in wind spit.

Wash away life’s brutal thrust.

Reverse angle, all the way hilt…

 

Deep Bowel Caresses.

 

Mind’s alarm again.

Tired fire eyes fall to ashes.

Enjoyment: breath’s final release.

Punishing me for my sloth.

Drive me to journey.

 

Once more…

 

Valleys appear in this wasted land.