somnambulant sex acts
methodical as these steps appear, we surely fall to pieces under the rays of light & dispersed contention.. spirits aloof & undependable rage within these walls of mud, their magestic death rattle sounds reverberate inside my mind's coffin. pain and the thirst for it make murderers of the well-to-do while our equations presented before and again depict a species addicted to its own suffering & disease.. i remember those who came before, and those who intend to come back again, their passings from hell to this side indicate the magnitude of loss we are bound to experience. our arms opened wide, we gladly embrace the enivitable demise we have worked so hard during this life to achieve.. its beauty inspires disciples, armies of the desperate flocking to rituals held at monuments of rubble left over from prosperous times.. we are cannonized by the blood of guilt, our bitches & harlots sway together under trance-like drumming sucking the last remnants of dignity from hastily buried corpses of your young boys and young men.. disaster, the revered deity, looms overhead with sharpened scythe and eyes of burning hellfire, intoxicated from the effects of lust & hunger, fueled by mile-long mechanized conveyers feeding the sad and lonely and lost and derelict into His gaping mouths.. it is always the stupid and unaware who are first to fall.
during intermittant times, rows of gravestones mark this procession's pathway.. red-fire candlelight illuminates the bone pieces of dead & innocent beings, no longer recognizable by their gender or species, only forming vague shapes in the fine dust that is increasingly their last and only blanket.. it is on wind filled chilly nights we howl to the dark sky, calling for death & destruction to return as our savior.. my promises of more vengence, of greater entropy, of better efficiency to distribute suffering creates pacts with the evil ones..
the evil ones to which our blood flows freely..
luxurious tears
hungry and frantic, the sadness of these souls washes thru dark winter eyes.. believing we are greater than our parts' sum, we tend to stoke our self justifying illusion like its a fireplace. ignition and all things of brightness forgive even the most wretched of souls, lending warmth in forms of scalding licking fingers of flame as the cold and frozen beg for release from hibition and denial.. i stand plentiful, before cunning scenes of indulgence.. gracious in the selfless worth & lack of self respect.. bodies are toys, together we shall break all toys we encounter.
one chance for freedom, one gamble of hope is all thats required to continue to make reason for waking up each day.. exhausting in this cycle, every day bringing the same dim promises that the previous day invested.. and expelled. in those hours belong dark skies & burning fields. i am convinced there is enough evidence to support misery & death.. my hands become faint ghosts in the shadow of what lovely souls used to mean, arms cupped as angel wings these luxurious tears fall frequently for this loss of salvation and the lovers we have since forgotten.
holy days have past
all hallow's & all saints night have died a slow and choking death, the evil ones who visited us took what they came for and have left empty barren females as restitution.. darkness has grown to depths incomprehensible and foundless.. bringing hopeless ventures to climatic sensations before dropping all who stand alone into the vastness of its abyss.. hearts wrung of all compassion now feast in hateful measures, chewing what remains of the lost souls and tattered sexes, shedding skin and decadence and misery upon sallow faces whose experience has cost them everything.. my love remains absolute, her willingness to endure insanity oozing from the pores of this mania is admirable, her hunger for increasing hellfire adds fire to our own frenzy and again we promised her all we have ever considered.. all we have ever cared about, everything we have once held dear will be abandoned in this irrational pursuit of death's comforting nothingness.. seduction forever flailing in memories of experiences we once held onto as tightly as the drowning cling to shipwreck debris, past - present & forever..
close ones become lost in this frantic survival mode, nonetheless we are capable of sitting around the same communal fires, slowly bleeding our desires into each other's emptiness, telling stories of grand-er times and easier money.. in every effort to reach back to when youth cared not for the ravages of poverty, when naivety failed to recognize hardship for what it was, when unfailing belief never crossed paths with the faithless and hopeless, in every effort to revive the self-deceit that used to keep us going thru this mire day after day we steadily progress along paths of self destruction.. this body is quickly developing serious illness from permissive lifestyles.. some argue point and the chase of cures, derivatives of painful excercise, caustic remedies and utterly pointless surgeries, others promote total apathy for the self; existing in a doomed polluted world, surrounded by a species that has no hope of future, whose thirst for war & condemnation surpasses even the natural animal urge to continue it's genetic line.. on contrary, my arguement exists for a single purpose.. the sure relief for your freezing soul, your icy heart, your cold emotionless eyes lies in the enveloping embrace of my hellfire.
candlelight sheds it's dimly lit tears around this dusty room, bricks of people and pieces of stone remain to remind us of the places we have gone and the people who have gone with them.. chilly night air, damp with november rain promises to remain by our side; that air is a friend who is in need of dwindling candlelight.
shudders no longer close, incapable and exhausted from battling these strong hollow mesa winds.. eyes filled with tears, teeth course with grit, our face pointing moonside turns downward only briefly to observe the circles and cross drawn into well trampled dirt.. calling down the dark ones, pleading for more power, for satiation to this hunger, for greater understanding, for deeper love and longer violence in our sex sessions.. in the dustfilled desert distance dogs fight with unseen forces, their sentinal behavior again reminds us of the darkness hounding us, seeking to disrupt this corporation's progress.. technology fails its role as savior, rendering all previous believers to stations of self promotion, useful only in proporting the falsegods and for recruitment purposes.. sounds of shudders banging open signify the surrender that is waiting at our doorways, tired eyes look for avenues to give in to, to close and hope.. hope that deadened rest visits byway of provocative angel wings..
