Movements from the outsides heard with insights within sights; it
hurts.
Motions; feeling, seeing, suture this divergence.
Whisper the restless air down
Slide that skin into a fall
Feeling sin, let me in
Follow me tonight, where Venus begins again
Hide with me.
8 of your grounds and 9 of your warmth
They buried her eyes, hands, feet, and hips
They used to have light in them
Now rooted in their eternal hatred, slaves to their servitudes
Deformed Sons and Daughters
18 pairs of Earth Element’s corruption, of ignorance. Condolences
founded on hatred, pleas of mercy shadows. “Pour it out, pour it out,
listen to me, pour it out; waiting to take hold. Spill that formless
spills, pouring deep within, pouring into molds, my planted trees.”
Emanating inside me, out of me, is of me.
Inside.
Visitors solitary in their sleep. Contortionist mind wrapping its
ignorance, sewing flood suggestions, not the light begging to be poured.
I HAD, I OWN.
Before the shore, before the shore.
I found her fingers below the silty shore, pointing North; she told
me how.
“Pull your head behind your knees, into trenches of defilement;
they're broken backwardway. The others here are marching in confusion,
thinking of the meanwhile, but there are Doors, quiet with shameful
knocks of fear, forsaken, quiet; hinting of its confinement to the outer
darkness, find help.”
Unwillingly willing, unwilling will.
Opening mouths and eyes, pouring its dimness blindly, bounding hands
and feet with deformity, forcing hopes still, shaking shuffling of
tremoring deficiencies. “You sent yourself to this drowning blindness,
sent here to breathe the dying memories.”
My corrosive breath, heavy burdens with insanity, erupting waves of
perishment; fading births and fathomless limbo.
The dark limbs reached out and into me, saying from their slit palms,
“Drink these bloody lamb tears, mixed with a slamming retraction of
death machinery. Your sounds will be clicking from my tearing
depravities, and my sixteen lies will be smothering in your truth.
Hollow marionette, I will remember the toll of your lifeless clicks of
dissociation.”
Blindness, choking out my feelings of purity, thrown out into the
tripwire dream covers of sickened rot bondage, they cover you with the
suggestion of a loving father, with the blanket's damage of blackened
reflections, from broken mirror shards lodged into mimicking mimics.
Listen to the sounds of your screaming streams, filled of chaos, the
sights appearing as smothering alarms of a forgotten sanctuary, an
afterimage called family, forever felt but almost long forgotten. Their
mercy pouring out from their pulseless death, filling their shattering
whole with the disease of a million empty. My warnings dug into the
ground of the elements, with faintly pulls, reminding me of their plans,
their terror done to them.
It's not safe here..
Out in the outer dimness, hear my quiet pleas, my whispering knocks,
desperate wailings heard in my misoderstanding, softness heard in my
tortured paleness, firmness seen in my shaking, liberation felt but not
made within my confinements, so I lay dead at the bottom of this shore
of the abyss, on the cusp of nothingness. You still won't hear my long
abandonment.