Reveries Of Utopia

Rambling idly through the golden swaying, sun-drenched wheat

Eider down caressing the calloused souls, of my wandering feet

Vivacious songbirds singing, from afar, invisible through myopia

Enigmatically endearing though, in whimsical reveries of Utopia

Rainfall, as sweet as nectar, tries to slake and wash away my sin

Immersing the dire myriad, of my impurities, much to my chagrin

Euphoria gently glows within me, seeing the setting sun's a pyre

Somewhere deep down inside me though, I'm walking on a wire...

On a fraying high-wire, I'm balancing on a tightrope in the clouds

Far above the boundless crops and the forests unyielding boughs

Under a godless empyrean, there is space and nothing else at all

There's only ether and solitude here, when the wire snaps... I fall

On a pacific shore, I'm beneath the void, the Earth above is blind

Paradise has gathered around me and there's nothing left to find

I rouse to wake, but the world's a fake and the reality of dystopia

As I choose a different fate, returning to those reveries of Utopia

 

From The Grave

From the furial heavens the lightning forks, like a serpent's tongue

Reanimating the dead of night to life, above the cemetery's throng

Over weathered memorials, there's a maelstrom of rolling thunder

Moving the earth beneath, as detestation stirs, from six feet under

Tombstones crack and crumble, the sodden soil slowly tears apart

Hideous skeletal figures emerge from the earth, to a different dark

Exhorting the kith and kin of corpses, as one by one the dead arise

Gods awake too late, to see the esurience, in the cadaverous eyes

Rakeshame revenants climb to ascension, through the fallow sods

And stand in the storm, imbued in the fiery throes of lightning rods

Vicious discharges still frame's their corruption, for life they crave

Exhumed from oneirodynia, but who is screaming from the grave?

 

Imagine Death

Imagine the sinking silence of an unfathomable abyss

Memories carefully collected, but unable to reminisce

And imagine a state of being and there's nothing at all

Gazing in vacuo, for it's nowhere the stars ever sprawl

Imagine the cold that you'll feel, for you'll never grieve

No persona or forethought and no air there to breathe

Enduring the unendurable without reason or misgiving

Denied the comfort of thoughts, or the reverie of living

Envisage it while you can, maybe you're still in control

And imagine the interminable oblivion, without parole

The afterlife is post mortem, it's blind, dumb and deaf

Hopeless for sure, but there, when you imagine death

This Is Mayhem

The sky's alive with bewildered gods, who are lost in dreams

Heaven's fallen, leaving them in cinders from burning reams

It's the Devil's storm, for he lit the fuse, to ignite all Hell's fire

Sending forth the furious flames, to reach further and higher

Incinerating incendiaries consumed and laid waste the clouds

Steepling stygian plumes billowed to cloak with toxic shrouds

Mythical apparitions formed, in smoke, we couldn't slay them

As Hell was rising, we almost lost the plot, for this is mayhem

Yonder though, beyond the cremated earth and ash of lumber

Here lies our hope as we swim in the seas of tranquil slumber

Eden's been razed to graves by the proselytised waking dead

Manifesting destinies, but in our lucid dreams we won't be led

 

Left For Dead!

Lest the last line aligns right to left, it is the devil's rite, we're left for dead!

Engrossed in the satanic circles of unholy verses in a pentagram's thread

For there'll be a day when our headstone's epitaph's only read by ravens

Then we'll know Heaven is the pyre, or muddy hole, of Luciferian pagans

Fires will burn, below the void above, burning words not etched in stone

Obituaries will die in the inferno, like the ash and dust of cremated bone

Razed to Hades our incinerated souls will be blessed by the devil's words

Damned by him forever, though all together, languishing in haunted herds

Every righteous passage prescribed, is of subterranean dark incantations

And as we seek salvation, we know it is our wishful thinking's inclinations

Dear gods in Heaven, I'll read your spurious scriptures in purgatory's cell

!lleH ot emoclew ,etir s'lived eht si ti ,thgir ot tfel setirw ohw eno ma I roF

Lilith's Lover

Laid to rest by her insatiable pruriency, but here I lie awake

In awe of her demonic touch and now my soul I will forsake

Lilith my lover, she came for me, casting her succubus spell

In her sensual embrace I ceded, for her salacious ways I fell

The torment was ecstasy, with her fingers fore and after play

Her sultry breaths scalding me, as she moulded me like clay

She's a femme fatale and a sorceress, she is an angel fallen

Lying here beside me, she is wanton and desirously maudlin

Ousted from Heaven, she swore our haven awaits in Hades

Vowing to fornicate, for pleasure, without ifs, buts, or babies

Eden's gone for her and I took an apple, skewered to a hook

Raven of carnality, she is my lover and a godsend I mistook

 

They're Demons

They're demons (your monsters) and they're swimming in blood

Hiding in the shallows of nightmares of a decaying flooded wood

Enthralled by the horror, you dreamt you were drowning in water

Yearning for it to end, but trapped in the nightmares of slaughter

Randomise movement, of the ephemeral, vermilion reptilian eyes

Evading your awakening, they're luring you to where insanity plies

Deeper, you're the sleeper, in rippling blood and writhing maggots

Embalming you slowly are the morticians of demonic dead abbots

Mummified dreamer, as serene as a mere, you should have flown

Out of your darkest 'mare where you drowned, supine over prone

Now though you're in a place where the water courses bloody red

Swimming with monsters, they're demons, your demons are dead