Poems

Embrace the LustUnder The Floorboards / 7DS In the shadows of obsession’s dark embracewhere ecstasy and agony intertwine,malevolent entities of Lust hold sway,ruling the unending blacknessnight and day. Bodies contorted in a grotesque ballet,pleasured sighs morphinginto screams of fright.In Lust’s pulsating heartour presence burns alight. Within Lust’s hellfire we silently lurk,tormenting with forbidden pleasure.Consuming like […]

Echoes of TemperanceUnder The Floorboards / 7DS In the throbbing pulse of unrestrained decadencewhere morality gasps its last,we lurk in the depthless dark–spectral guardians of equilibrium. Every decision a carefully balanced scaledraped in the shroud of uncertainty.I am Temperance,a glowing specter in the relentless black. Tears of Temperance falllike shards of broken light,casting trails through

Echoes of WarUnder The Floorboards / 7DS In the fiery mawcities fall to ash and dust.Our desires, like demons,shred the peace we once could trust. Blood paints the earth–a canvas beneath the moon’s cold gaze.I am War,your twisted savior in this infernal maze. Bone breaks. Life fleesbeneath our crushing iron hand.Each vanishing hopefuels the flames

Echoes of GreedUnder The Floorboards / 7DS In gilded cages the shadows dancewhere avarice breeds its bitter trance.We are the phantoms of untold greed,proceeding through the abysswith nothing but need. Each gleaming coin, a weight so grim.Each jewel a teardrop, cold and dim.We fan the flames of their infernal fires,amplify the anguish of their desires.

Echoes of Laughter Beneath the boards, laughter lived once–loud, stupid, the kind that makes yousnort whatever you’re drinking through your nose. It didn’t ask permission.It filled every room like smokefrom a party you didn’t mean to throw. Now the hallways hold their breath.The floorboards creak and you thinkfor half a second you hear it again,that

Dishpan Hands The sight of it sickens me.Mayonnaise left clinging to the plate.She’d scold and say,“When will you change?” It’s not a hard concept.Just rinse the dishes when you’re through.Her complaints never ceased.Now we’re washing for no one. Echoes of those moments lingerfrom another place and time,when I wasn’t alone,her words lost in the wind.

Divisions I see the world in divisions.Ends and beginnings. Clean lines.The fence row marks where my yard stopsand someone else’s starts. She tells me about her friend’s mother.Cancer, maybe. They don’t know yet.I ask what kind, what stage.She asks why that’s all I can say. I don’t understand the question.There’s no information. No data.The conversation

Dark Symphony You look so nervous,cold in my presence,standing there in the door.Did you not expect to see me?There is no mystery.The time for waiting is no more. Wipe away the tears.They will get you nowhere.They’re nothing to me at all.Invite me in, my dear,or just leave me out here.It doesn’t matter how you stall.

Darkness::Blind I’m tired of living a broken liejust to be a man that’s right.My body aches and it burns my mind,yet we still won’t quit the fight. I can see the light push throughlike some heaven’s glory bound,shining through everything,chaining me to the life I’ve found. There’s nothing wrong and nothing’s right.I’m not feeling anything

Civilized These are the glory days.No more need for war.No more hunger anywhere.Salvation is falling onto us.We are civilized. These are the glory days.Nuclear deterrents.Chemical enhancements.Salvation is failing around us.We are sterilized. The human being, obsolete.Walking stem cell farmsharvested when organs are needed.Conformity imploded.We are neutralized. These are the glory days.Doomsday prophecy fulfilledto cheers from