Dark Gothic Poetry ~ Razor Wound Family

Familial bond blood does not make.
Red rust water thins as they take, take, take.

Solace of soul. Heart of their control.
Raping, ravaging. Minds of Children.

Chosen truth undeniable.
Being true you within.

Strangulation with blood ties.
Lie of familiarity.

Hearts, Souls, Minds, Friendship.

Spirit lays deep in razor wound family.
Trickling of truth produces kinship.

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.

Poetry ~ The Valley of Silence

Walking the valley of silence…

I, feel, the weight of soliloquy.

Eyes beg for shards of this tattered soul.
I, the beggar: beaten, broken, and blistered.

Eyes longing for abusement…

 

Laughing at my trust…

Nothing is real.

Walking down the mountain.
Wind whistle remedy for pain.

 

Never mind. Never mine…

Sadness falls, walking from the valley…

I lied too myself again.

Believing there would be…

Hope and understanding.

Still, I push on…