It's The Quiet Place

It's an omniverse, where no one follows, as you escape

Though the outside is turmoil, inside, it's the quiet place

Safe as a sanctuary, it's more than any whimsical vision

This autonomous domain, lies beyond divinity's derision

Hidden in a magical forest there's a way through a door

Enticing you through, into a meadow of crystalline hoar

Quagmires of mares may rouse, for monsters won't die

Utopian dreams though, will be your appendages to fly

It's the quiet place, of tranquillity, like the ocean's swell

Exclusive to you, even though your demons may dwell

They'll be there in your periphery, in a mire imprisoned

Proxies of mortality, lurking in murk, morbidly wizened

Left to fade from life, but the eldritch wights are eternal

As you search for an asylum, from an imaginary kernel

Come tonight you'll submerge in dreams of inner space

Eddying in your reveries, but for you, it's the quiet place

 

In Reflection

In a paltering mirror I see nothing, but a dying flame

Nefarious shadows, some as dark as a bloody stain

Reflecting the eroding essence of what I used to be

Evanescing, like my old humanity, but now I'm free

For what I am now is restricted, to the eternal night

Looking back I would pray, now I prey on with spite

Evading the radioactive burning from dawn to dusk

Choosing to unlive in darkness, that only I can trust

Tonight I will leech 'til sated, be they a naif, or witch

In the mirror the light has died and the dark is pitch

Outside I'll fly faster than a lycanthropic silver bullet

Now, in reflection, I can ideate a bloody open gullet

 

A Mockery Of Ghosts

Alas they are there (more than before) in your peripheral vision

Mysteriously macabre, of unreality and excluded from perdition

Open your open eyes, if nothing is there, then open them wider

Catch them in a glance, because you'll soon be paying the piper

Keep your insanity to yourself, for there'll be no hope of escape

Enthused by demise, those of the passed, will feast on your fate

Ransacking your mind, they'll seek, but there is nowhere to hide

Your effervescence is evanescent, you cannot turn back the tide

Omnipresent phantoms are amassing, in the mirrors and smoke

Finagling with mortality, knowing your life is at the end of a rope

Grasping your last breaths of air, leaving you frothing like rabies

Heaven can't save you and your brethren are exiled from Hades

Open your mind's eye, if it stays blind, then try again, if you can

Search for a light in the darkness, or an obolus for the ferryman

Then if the endless night is prevailing, from mountains to coasts

Say your farewell, for nothing's left living in a mockery of ghosts

 

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