End

 

Some say, the devil's work, is never done

But they're empty words, that they, had spun

For the gates of Hell, they are locked and barbed

And if Heaven's blessed me, then it has left me scarred

In these lines, only a cypher's heard, in rhyme and verse

And I am, where I was, though the gloaming's worse

So if the light is fading, I'll let the darkness wend

Into my oblivion's beginning, without, an End

Tarotscope

 

She deftly turns, the worn cards, from a deck, that's bespoke

To tell her tale of lechery, through her cartomancy, tarotscope

Recreating a trio, of five pointed stars, each one of them, six

As I'm beguiled by her craven, raven beauty and ruby red lips

And she's, slyly, back in my mind, purging my insanity's dread

Murmuring in her witch's tongues, with all pentagrams spread

With her black magic tarot, I've soon succumbed, to her spell

We've been here before, so I know what her readings, foretell

I'm shaking, with expectation, for she is reversing each card

Her icy, porcelain skin, is still silkily soft, my member is hard

Because I know what is next, for on 'The Lovers', she'll linger

And she'll conjure, the image, of my moistened middle finger

I'm drawn into her misleading unreality, of mirrors and smoke

For she's not selling me sex, she's selling me, a pig in a poke

I can see, what's ahead, with all of her horrors, hideously rife

With her rotting depravity disgorging, she wants me to writhe

I awake, to the same fate, from tongues, to the satanic verse

With everything reversed, before me, to aid her witch's curse

I know it won't be today, or tomorrow, it'll be another day later

We'll be on a stained mattress, for her needs, I'll always cater

Your Own Ghost

 

Yonder, you wander, from a dream to untether

Outside of your mind, but inside, of the nether

Unreality beckons, but you meander, too deep

Revealing, a nightmare, for death's not asleep

On the otherside of being, a darkness will lure

With a promise of forever, unfettered and pure

Necronaut, of nowhere, you can never escape

Gravitating into the void, you can only reshape

Haunted waker, where you are, you'll die back

Once of the light, you are a shade of the black

Silently adrift, in the etheric, of the nethermost

There untether, your forever's, your own ghost

Echoes In The Silence

 

There's no way ahead, *n my head, there're only echoes *n the s*lence

From the murmur*ng demons, of my *mag*nat*on's, old all*ance

Or maybe they are merely, unremembered, clo*stered vo*ces

Fad*ng, *nto obl*v*on, where not even a ghost rejo*ces

The only feel*ng, * am feel*ng, *s my consternat*on

The only sound, * can hear, *s my contemplat*on

So the t*me has come for me, to seek and f*nd

And to follow, th*s new course, *n my m*nd

Because, for too long, *'ve been *n den*al

So from me, *t's farewell, for awh*le

Or maybe, *t w*ll be forever

But, never, say never

Never, say never

Say never

Never

Alas

Someth*ng's m*ss*ng

Something's m*ss*ng

Something's miss*ng

Something's missing

* am missing

I am missing

For there're only, echoes in the silence.

Never Reap, Where The Reaper Reaps

For those dire tyrants, who presumptuously, take their faiths, in leaps

Should know, now and forever, to never reap, where the Reaper reaps

For he's a nether-nefarious demon, he's the fucking raging supernova

Who may appear, although unbidden, but conjured, to fuck them over

How he hates to see the virgin dead, wasted as cadavers, upon a pile

And he'll simmer then seethe, as he ruminates on his vengeance, vile

For he's so much more, than the angel of death, he's a master of pain

He'll soak the self-righteous, in oil and acid, or; tar, feather and maim

It's his swinging scythe and eternal right, to claim those mortal souls

Or if he desires, to impale, selected undead heads, on burning poles

And albeit he's a carnifex, his reach is further, than a darkness giver

For he'll disembowel a tyrant, to feed a hound of Hell, its rancid liver

Those eligible, to stare upon his guise, will wish they'd never looked

For those who slaughter, within his domain, will be infernally fucked

And once they're face to face, with him, their agonies will never stop

As he takes pleasure in pain and their eyes, he will squeeze and pop

In distant nightmares, some dreamers, may hear a despotic scream

Visualise a monster, in boiling chemicals, amidst, a shroud of steam

But maybe there'll be somebody else, watching, who'll bear a scythe

And a memory of whispered words, of a dirge, 'My lives, for your life'

Scream awake! Scream awake! If those night terrors, still fuck you up

Because death can wait for awhile, but firstly, let the scythe-man sup

For those who are morbidly insane and glorify, dead bodies, in heaps

Should know, now and forever, to never reap, where the Reaper reaps

 

A Dragon's Tale

 

Armageddon was long foretold, so that hellfire, could prevail

Demonic forces rising, in an apocalypse, like a dragon's tale

Razed to incinerated ruins, this world, was conflagration ash

As surreal creatures, burnt the welkin, in an electrifying flash

Godforsaken was the Earth, as the devil's work was heinous

Only a dragon, would fly and thrive, in ether high new Venus

Nuclear infernos raged and inevitably mankind couldn't cope

Scorched by radioactive fallout, of the uranium (235) isotope

Those who quit the metropolis, were vaporised within a shire

As the dragons filled the heavens, with a reign of searing fire

Lightning MADly cauterized the sky, with plasma, napalm jell

Every non-infernal soul, being cremated, on their way to Hell

I'm Going To Torture You

Forgive me, you don't deserve this, although it's long overdue

As I've decided, in-or-out of my mind, I'm going to torture you

If I could find a different way, I'd take it, but enough is enough

I'm not ashamed, for it's my demons, that are calling my bluff

They've left me with no choice at all and so, I've had to agree

It has to be you, to assuage them, as it's their binding decree

I need to calm their ire, to escape, what's trapped in my head

So where I will be leading you, is to where you need to be led

I know, when and where, for it is going to be happening soon

On an evening, woodland stroll, under the next waxing moon

I'll take you to the secret place and I'll lead you, hand in hand

Along a quiet path, to a shady glade, with it all being planned

Maybe you'll close your eyes and embrace, the heavens dusk

As you breathe in deeply, at ease, for yours is an implicit trust

And I will be standing, one step behind you, I will be right there

With my hands upon your shoulders, to show you, that I care...

...and then, I'm going to torture you

I'll drag you to the ground, pin you down, as I use tape and ties

You'll be paralysed, by fear and confusion, etched in your guise

And your horrified eyes will be wide, as if begging me for mercy

But I won't be able to explain, about the demons, that curse me

I know my heart will be pounding and will barely be able to cope

And your heart will be pounding, when you espy, a hanging rope

You'll wriggle and gargle and be, sweat drenched, by your panic

But surely you'll have known, long ago, that my heart is satanic

Your tears, will be pouring and imploring, as if opening a sluice

As I stand, on a prepared log and put my head through a noose

My feet will almost graze on the ground, as I swing in the choke

The despair in my head, will be yours, that I may need to invoke

Somebody will eventually find you (us), or you'll probably escape

You'll be so messed up, you'll scream when you take off the tape

And you'll crawl away knowing, I did to you, what my demons do

For I'll be in your nightmares forever and I'm going to torture you