Victraelle Demoness and then some CoOw...'s blog: "Poetry"

The beginning is near And we call it “the end”. Our disaster will be contained; Our experimental existence Flooded and put in a jar. Come sinners and drink these toxins Come sinners and drink these toxins You can’t swim without them You can’t live without them Messiah? You liar! What man can save that can’t save himself? Messiah? You liar! What man can save us that dies in his blood? Don’t cry now, The beginning is near And our line-up is prepared. One by one we’ll be absolved And taken from the earth like sins Riding on the goat’s back. Drink drink drink up sinners The toxins will save you Swallow up these poisons hunny You can’t swim without ‘em. Messiah? You liar! Is he a coward whom hides in the sky? Messiah? You liar! What father sends his children to die? Time to get in line Time’s come and here’s the sign Time to get in line Make sure to bring your wine It’s time to get in line. Absolution’s on sale today Take this wafer you cannibals; Drink this wine you vampires. Bring your offspring Pray to die Pray to die Get in line and pray to die. Come sinners and drink these toxins Come sinners, drink this blood You can’t live without it, You can’t survive the flood. The ride is almost over And soon we’ll begin The goat will be slaughtered And our science fiction Will inspire something different. Don’t cry now, The beginning is near And our line-up is prepared. Our crucible will be held Over the Inferno; The ashes kept and returned To create the action figures Of the universe. vV""VIC""Vv

Measured circumference Of my day Shows tell-tale signs of Aging And tiresome figures exhausted by the hands, Dictating their momentary Fatigue. Weary horizons Stay still, Wavering in sight, Mirage of solace. When was my pace Lost? Were they my feet That trod Solemnly over That frail line? Twenty-four, Each hand found Their way Around the other, Felt their way Around the hour. Together, They equaled Eighteen When I turned To gaze upon them In surprise. Aghast For having glanced And longing For those hands - Guilty and miraculous, Guilty and shameless With no reason For shame - To reverse In their deliberate pattern. Eighteen, Eighteen, Eighteen, This number. Such a description Cannot be my own. vV""VIC""Vv

Don't ask me where the sun sleeps at night Don't tell me where I should stand Don't think that I don't know how to survive Don't wonder how I am still here Just know that I'll keep coming strong Forget all your preconceived notions Understand that I am not invincible and I'll use this life how a mortal should. vV""VIC""Vv

Carried by the winds and the waters It floats on the wings of all emotion Drifting to the east Where that fiery compartment will wait To be fulfilled In the hands of my lover. vV""VIC""Vv

Born upon unworthy lips Is this flesh, your solemn kiss You steal the words I meant to say The horrid feelings washed away By your wonderful sincerity. vV""VIC""Vv

Pick, pick, pick She picks at my words as if they were dead animals. Drip, drip, drip The blood exits right and now on center stage lays what's left. Scars, on the pavement scars, the flesh on the pavement scars. Tick, tick, tick Time envelops the moment to save for later. Sick, sick, sick I'm sick in my head; in my stomach a feeling stirs (my bowels) Scars, on the pavement scars, the flesh on the pavement scars. Lick, lick, lick I lick it away and feed the snake of my bowels. Scars, on the pavement scars, a trail to a heart that's scarred. All my lies are truths and truths to lies. All the moths to maggots; deathshead pupa all to flies. Metamorphosis, Metamorphosis the tongue is my habit Metamorphosis, Metamorphosis the manic's repeating offender's kiss. A kiss to the night a kiss a kiss metamorphosis Scars on the concrete scars all that's left is gangrene ... now, I'm infected. vV""VIC""Vv

Carousel Carousel painted horses in a ring The knights had long before relinquished their steely swords; replaced with ambiguous politicians. Can you see the pain on their faces; the memories traverse their frozen countenances? Carousel Carousel painted horses in a ring Princesses have set down their queenly vestiges - denied themselves respect - to take up obscene dispositions. Can you hear the agonizing nostalgia; the tacit attempt for reaching peaceful dreams? Carousel Carousel painted horses in a ring For long deceased royalty you continue your macabre parade running from the vaccuous reminders of time past. Can you smell their fear on the wind carrying the lament for the future? Carousel Carousel we're painted horses in a ring Carousel Carousel we're painted horses on parade Carousel Carousel can't get off tonight Carousel Carousel trapped here for al time... vV""VIC""Vv

The second of three parts of one being: Hexus (part one) Ethereal (part two) Lustwick (part three). Eyes, the deepest hue of sapphire, Liquid and assimilating. Silent imbiber, Conveyor of emotion by way of Multicolored masterpieces, Each a solemn failure Captivated in his sight. A tragic child Borne upon rose-colored mists Diminished by cruel rays Of sunlight. The moon and stars Are his complex companions Within his realm Lacking life … love. No kiss will ever Befall his lips in loving caress His wishes to protect Produce destruction and death. The canvas became his passion Though longing tortures His every moment in Life’s bossom. Hot liquid emotion Seeps ever eternally from his eyes, Crystalline caskets for Hope, Seeds of mourning. It was his kiss - The cursed touch - That brought death; His tears That created life. vV""VIC""Vv

Child of intention; Spawn of iniquity - Lips perfected only To spill their hedonistic aim, Eyes crafted In order to see The covert operation through (and seek out his match), Ears designed To hear what they desire; None shall deny him. Lustwick the child; Lustwick the lustful. That sybarite, The self serving authority. He can sense desires Emanating from the fleshes; Fulfill them with a word. His mind was created To utilize vernacular As a weapon; As strong as any Physical persuasion. A being created To convince innocence Into errant rapture. Into the shade He’ll seize hold of the soul To place within An iron box forged In Abaddon. Voracious; Insatiable … Lustwick the Machiavellian Lustwick the Incubus. Every notch in one’s armor He finds; And crawls inside. Seed of the temptress; Offspring of debauchery - Born of blood Alight with mischief And blazing covetousness. Master of wicked influence, He may coax anyone he wishes Into succumbing To his every whim. Lustwick the cunning Lustwick the charmer Lustwick, your search is at an end. vV""VIC""Vv

Awoken by those desperate calls The rain fell inside my window Pain(e) So surreal that I didn’t know Who to recognize for the fall. Kiss my fingertips Be my king beyond the threshold Of my fantasies. Trace desire on my lips Your queen to hold Within the ebony night Of dreams untold. ‘Twas you who drove them to such depravity Fire blazing in your emerald eyes There(Their). Hands clutching at me from all sides The void devoid of sanity. Kiss my fingertips Be my king Beyond the threshold Of my fantasies. Trace desire on my lips Your queen to hold Within the ebony night Of dreams untold. Fallen into darkness Undone, All your secrets torn away And splayed Your ribcage open To the day star… Forever you are mine. Fallen into darkness Undone, All your secrets torn away And splayed Your body open To the day star… Forever you are mine. Kiss my fingertips Be my king Beyond the threshold Of my fantasies. Trace desire on my lips Your queen to hold Within the ebony night Of dreams untold. vV""VIC""Vv