Poems

Crucified Yesterdays never forgotten,here in psychobabylon.It melds itself into todayand I can never move on. You thought I was .. a problem before.You ain’t seen nothing yet. Waiting on the backflowbut I know it just ain’t coming yet.No one … ever taught me …. how to forgive and forget. Disconnected voicestransverse round my head.Artifacts of […]

Buried in the Dust In shadows where forgotten hopes go to rustthere lie the letters lost to time’s sick jest.Each page a whisper of dreams gone unjust,buried in dust where hidden secrets rest. Ink-stained confessions.Passion’s fading lightsmothered by neglect’s unholy hand.The dreams and letters, lost beneath the night. A pile of memories, once vivid, now

Charity’s EmbraceUnder The Floorboards / 7DS Beneath the mask of greedwhere kindness goes to die,we stand defiantagainst crimson skies. Each outstretched handis a sacrifice made of pain.We cradle charitylike love’s most fragile refrain. In the shadows deepwe fight this war unseen,hope threadbare but holding,a vow sewn at the seam. Silent acts of gracebecome beacons in

Belphegor’s ApathyUnder The Floorboards / 7DS There’s nothing to see here.There’s nothing to fear.Just sit back down and relax. You could be doing something different.You could make use of the time you spent.But really–why should you even bother?No one’s going to remember. Don’t you realizethere’s nothing left to seek?I know you think you’re truly unique.A

Beneath the Floor’s Surface Here lies a crypt where shadows move,restless below, in their worn-out groove.Beneath the floor where light won’t go,wraiths and whispers in the undertow. Their forms drift by in silent glee,twisted and free,each flicker a dark delight,mocking the living from their hidden site. In creaking timber and dust of yearsthey carry on

Break Me You won’t breach my walls.Not even in dreams.You might as well try walking on water. You won’t sway me.I’m built out of disdain.I don’t want your company.Your attempts are in vain. You should leave now.All words have been spent.There’s nothing left to uncover,no hidden lament.Why would you risk your heart?What’s the gain? Yet

Back With a Vengeance I’ve got a chill to the bone.The autumn wind whirls leaves around meand I yearn to return home. I keep looking back.Memories stalk me day by day.A poet silenced,unsure of what to say. I want the freezing rain on my skin,the sudden sting of frostbite in the breeze.I just need to

Beelzebub’s FeastUnder The Floorboards / 7DS The delicate, rich flavorsof everything mingle in my mouth.A feast of my own creation.It matters not what’s servedor where it comes from. Just pass the plate.Refill the glass. Someone once said, “Let them eat cake,”though I can’t recall who.A foolish notion, I’m sure.Why waste the cake on the idle

Anymore Let me weave a tale for you.A tale of life and death,where one ventures forth to seek what’s truethrough peril and distress. A smoke and mirrors fairy tale.I used to know everything without fail.I used to cry out magic spellsand rattle forth sacred prayers.I knew the questions no one tells,and the wonder of the

Asmodeus’ DesireUnder The Floorboards / 7DS There’s a pressure between your thighs.A pulsating, primal beat.It builds and flows till all else subsides,filling every nerve with heat. Flesh on flesh, the heat makes you sweat.Silken skin smooth and hot.The rolling thrusts, drenched and wet,giving it everything you’ve got. You’ve forgotten how beautiful this all really is–how