POETRY: Visions of Vile

POETRY: Visions of Vile

Visions of blood mixed in coffee

Caffeinated Dracula

 

Torn thread of children born dead

Thread thorns stolen from the head of the Dead Lord

 

Eyes cast in ice, fast.

Ultimate defiance…

 

Stare calmly into the eyes of Death

And sip blood-mixed coffee

Spit on the altar

And curse Destiny…

 

Visions of dark Pottery

Utensils of cursed sorcery

Mass mockery…

 

.

 

The baritone “kpom-kpom”

Of a monotone gong

Violating the still night—

The brute violating Beauty

 

Taunting invitation of

the wrath of the Gods.

 

Tongue dripping blasphemies

Like

The emptiness of a self-inflicted gunshot . . .

 

Watch closely

As your soul is torn apart

By six-hundred-and-sixty-six demons

.

.

The sound of silence screaming.

The X is anonymous. The X is defined as undefined.

The mind of The X is far more twisted and perverted than that of the Devil at the climax of an orgasm. . . Too graphic? This should be taken as a sincere warning.

However, there are times when the feeble soul triumphs over the ticking mind. The X is a manipulator of emotions.

PS: Don’t try to unmask The X. . . You wont succeed.

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21 Comments

  1. The beautiful wording and wicked, wicked wit make for one of the most disturbingly intruiging pieces I’ve ever read. Good job!

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