Floret Silva sans Nobilis

Crowned with corruption embraced
the many insects crawl over
such rare beauty
split open in the belly
and suitored with flies

i) First Kill

befouled arms of a monster reaching out
from the depths of much hated memory
in which the self was stained with filth

beclawed hands of a monster birthed
from the shallows of tragedy come to be ardent
in which the self was twisted further with lies

told to one's own self to preserve the sanity
and rationalize yet-to-be-understood madness
as thoughts took refuge behind obedience so wonderful

and finding delight in artless dissections
crimson flowers that bloom on fields of flesh torn
with precise execution and zero deliberation

ii) Second Kill

nothing scares the sanity more
than seeing a reflection of its own self
committing the very depravations it so gleefully embraced
and then finding the mirror image so readily match up
as if they were meant to be all these time
a supposed welcomed warmth and relieving familiarity
in this hostile and unforgiving cell repulsed
oblivious however, the wild child remained steadfast
with what he knew and only know to do
to keep chasing after his only brethren in the world there

iii) Twin Vultures

liberating offenses, or mere addiction to approval
against stifling expectations of orders absolute
insured by filial piety
for that dreaded loyalty to death
and though his presence was balm to the heart
his violence was bane to her existence
stopping her cold from that warm embrace
her words died on her lips for him
leaving him to chase her thoughts
by what he knew
only to further push her away

eyes, only eyes could pay for eyes
as she aimed for the one she used to rely on the most there

iv) Plucked

no will to freedom
only existing
being slaves to shame

another one just like you
brought down by your own hands
so to preserve your peace in chaos

your own self brought down
with no resistance on your part
so to preserve your chaos in peace

v) T-0

staring at the broken dolls, feeling
the end that did not come, howling
at the herald of much needed rest retreating
from the world, yet the body still moved

vi) Ashes

old shadows followed everywhere you went
a gathering of pieces making the new
from remnants of the past fallen apart
still clinging close to the veins of the heart

flames rose high everywhere you had been to
a chase unrelenting of hounds making off
with torn pieces that you had built
which found you wishing for impermanence

for all that remained only cause painful attachment

try as you did to love the world
that ever seem to refuse
when the option to leave life is denied
you cannot win

for all that you have left to you only cause unnecessary destruction

try as you did to contain the corruption
whom always refuse withdrawal
when the only choice is to remain
with you always

as old shadows that crept up behind perpetually
a gathering of souls in common vice and folly

vii) Plastic Phoenix

the old shadows hang heavy behind
while uncertainty rules the way forward
a captive remained you are
to the restraints long forgotten
as the only way you knew to move on
and you did well
on the sidelines
well-trodden with meanings
smouldered intentions
for whatever it was no longer remember

and you did well
even perhaps you did shine a little
in your own capacity
for you too wished well
for those who still struggle
no matter how dim

for your only wish is
for others to move on
stepping over you with dignity
as the last remnant of the past
with or without knowledge
even as you were thrown once more into light

but your shackles were torn
and you are frightened of the unknown
freedom

Black Rain

rejoice, fellow tortured souls
for we have denominated the devils
together we shall mend by the broken
sleep in fire
our souls are burning in
being born broken beings
no longer human
we play pretend to be gods of our own lives
and then we weep in the deathly quiet
confessions that never leave our lips
for our shame rained down
like tar and shed fur

10th November 2017
#30: Altered Universe