Blood And Gore

Broken mirrors lie in shattered shards, scattered on a sodden floor

Lethal splinters beneath a splattered ceiling, in the blood and gore

Offal spills from butchered guts and sightless eyes no longer weep

On a pale face there're clotty pools, as brains from a fracture seep

Death remembers naught of pain and fear, or a wielding of an axe

And the gratuitous violence of a madman's, unappeasable attacks

Now that we have lost our minds, now is my time to write a wrong

Despair likes to share, but only silence trips from a bloated tongue

God wasn't by your side tonight (or ever) but the devil lurks within

Odious evil presence, stole my razor blade to strip away your skin

Revulsion's my compulsion, but the matter that's you is inside out

Even so though, I see in your lifeless eyes a shadow cast of doubt

 

Where Demons Dwell

Where demons dwell, well you know it's hell defined

Here is not where I was, this is not my unwired mind

Every dark thought I conceived I hid in a lucid dream

Razing them in pyres, cremating the absurd obscene

Evil sated me, as hate baited me and I took the hook

Drowning in self loathing, but for my soul I didn't look

Eddying memories left me riding the demented mare

My apocalyptic psyche crumbling into a raven's stare

On the outside I am inside out and my eyes are glass

Nothing lives within, just my demons reflections pass

Satan sired them in brimstone, in my head they roam

Devouring like manic maggots in their festering home

Watch me carefully, or observe, with a second glance

Examine me closely, I'm not in control, I'm in a trance

Like a lamb now, I am wandering on a windswept fell

Leaving behind my neurosis, or where demons dwell

 

Raised In Hell

Raised in Hell, one of three, all forged in dragon fire

Astaroth, is from the flaming pit, of the burning shire

In faux gods we trust, as the others revere his name

Sent to condemn and damn us, with his dying flame

Evil trinitarian, there is nothing in his stagnant heart

Darkness is his domain and his horrors a form of art

Insane in second sight and eyes like piercing tracers

No one lives in his gaze, or claws as sharp as razors

He will avenge, by using garrotting wires for snitches

Endearing himself, to old banshees and hag witches

Let no one doubt, that he is aligned to Hades throne

Lords of the unholy trinity though, never gorge alone

 

Labyrinthian

Loose knot your dreams, even though all your demons wait

And fear knot the noose that will hang behind an open gate

Because nothing's there now, just a phobia of empty tombs

Your paranoiac terrors were conjured by netherworld runes

Rouse yourself from nightmares where the cannibals graze

In the neural networks of your unwinding, re-minding maze

No need to hide and seek in your sleeps subliminal warren

Those who loiter there are all well known, none are foreign

Haunting memories will swirl 'til captured by a spider's web

In labyrinthian delusions you'll be trapped and left in dread

As your cryptic demons stir, you will know the knot of truce

Nemeses of your serenity, their desire's a fascinous noose

 

Evanescing

 I've seen it all before, from the Earth to the Moon and from the Moon to Mars

I've seen myriad distant solar systems and galaxies, with collapsing stars

And I've seen nothing, nothing but what they've wanted me to see

And I've believed what they've told me and I think you'd agree

Maybe I've heard it all before, for I know what they said

Maybe it's just their voices, that I heard in my head

It's all in my cranium, I'm repelling the attacks

It's melting my mind, it's dripping like wax

I can't focus forward, it's all just before

I feel it fading, there isn't any more

Now is not and time's not meant

Now's a dark not heaven sent

I am trace without material

I am lost, I am ethereal

And I am regressing

And 'now' I am...

Evanescing

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