HollowofInsanity

Death It rolls off the tongue It creeps down the spine Sautés the lips Breaches through brightest gifts Death whose breath like hollow meth Does trick each man’s dick into a soldering stick Burns the mind, whose kind does bind a sort of deformed find Death It taps your shoulder It rapes your mouth, then speaks down south Do you think, there may be a kink in this everlasting shroud? Death In my sleep death again does leap, to reap, that which has a price so steep You face the door, upon the shore, and shout no more… Tell death do you hug, and raise a sharpened mug, so as to forever be snug Death

Do you hear the calling? The skull of destiny does hear you It does not fear you The spin of its jaw-less mouth Its spittle of rotten elder dust The echoes of cackling It knows that you should That you would If you could Block out the cackle Ransack its bloody rattle Fear not this horrid babble For doors open to those who lead And close to those that make themselves bleed We wait and never egress For smoking nostrils do depress And hide our souls from those we impress A profound glory A magnificent shower I am the conqueror of my world The bender of my will The shadow of my tears The shatterer of my fears I am the god of my destiny Aut Viam I

Lonely and lost. No woman to lean on, nobody to say I love. No warmth to comfort me. No lips to sooth me. I am not worthy, undeserving. I have corrupted, I have lost myself, I have found my insanity. She shall never find me. I will not let her. No soul to share with. No name to call out for. No voice to calm me. I have lost my way, the path of return no longer visible. Undeserving, corrupted, unnatural. She must never find me. Must never know. Forever alone. Living alone, with none to share with. Dying alone, with none to sleep with.

Bound by the constraints of eternity. Held by the devotion of cruelty. Built by the fondness of hate. Uncontrolled by the smiles of fate. The cheeriest part of death. The brightest part of the last breath. The calmest part of horror. The greatest part of torture. Flesh for the flesh stone. Bones for the bone throne. Blood for the blood well. Souls for the flaming hell. The Clash of Wills have begun.

A sea of corpses, the white doves pluck at their hollowed marrows, A swarm of infection, squirming doctors parse their butchered husks, Clouds of wailing screams, encouraged by deranged warmongers, Red masks, painted with the shards of holy suns, Shadowed crows, bred through the incest of children, The cart, a mirror, a trans way, pulled by thousands of smiling beggars, Cold sunlight bursts through their chests, soul’s frozen, bodies charred, A million taunting faces, eaten to stone by alien music, I watch the sun linger after nightfall, the stars at dawn, the dawn at nightfall, The maze of eternal resentment, broken by tireless empathy