“I tried to pray that night and God didn’t answer
me, but another did.”
Rabisu demon lurking menacing at doors,
desert anguishes and roads of bone,
At bittered ends and vicious roaming form, in
the dust reeking reborn.
Pouncing lurid predator vampirically, sardonic
seizers in scorn,
And whispers: “I’m fascinated by your wicked
and lucid appetite for your own useless life.”
In lament from fluttering sent, leaps from
window eyed portals denied me,
And whispers: “Oh no, I will bare no escape
from existences framed refrain,
I choose you, beautifully lined face with
loneliness, losses and clutched crosses.”
I am placing maliciousness monsters in the
pillory, reaching hangman rivalry,
Oracle with filled eyes of abhorrent horrors, vile
villainy, disgusting revelry.
Malice madness in theatrics, harbouring hunts
of hauntedness in the gothicness.
My Morrigain, my Mora demoness of dark war
and warrior corpses,
She susurrous’s doom and washes the bloody
cloaks of the fallen soon,
My one way love affair with fated despair.
Cain in crestfallen, commits unforgivable sin
The demons converging, surrounding and
The innocent blood screams vengeance from
the ground purging.
Corpses long dead roar excavations
Incantations transfiguring graves,
Fierce golden reigns irony remains.
Nightmares veins surreal tentacles, tear tense
dreams from tight eyelids,
Fang drip foul viles in gnashing violence,
The grand bizarre at the feverished abhorrence
The glassy eyed emptiness of brumal freak
I smell like sleepwalking, staggering, pale sober disheveled,
The freedom of hurtling heights bridge jumping
Running wild like thrown matches at gasoline.
The beauty of illusion bleeding disappointingly,
The nightmare fits it’s grip in bellicose
The darkness of the grave takes you delicately,
The screamers sing in outbursts of enthusiasm ringing,
White satin nights in nocturnal delight flinging.
The elusive, unearthly apparition was ignored.
Sorcerer horror summoning hoarse voiced Bael
King crowned sixty six with demon legions
I was born barefoot and harsh in conditioning,
Washing away wounds of violent love eternally.
Handsome insomniacs gently jumped on me,
With eyes blinking surrounding me the world
Nauseating turns drunkenly in fits of death
I pull back pale, evil spirits rise with days
In ditched depths collapse and grips his
darkened voice is hardening,
Galabiya and long scarfed Ahriman tilts his
head in unbearable laughter attacking:
“You’re anguished miseries past entertain me,
You’re fool hardy determinants sustain me.”
The dark figure covers his delusions in ghostly
Hiding the curves of mocking derisive smile
The deception of tethered feathered cheerful
and devil eyed,
Amused by this Sisyphean pilgrim prides to
conjure wild Ahriman.
Golden-mouthed perceptively moving, lucidly
mystical moving metaphysics assistant,
In a long fluttering dress stirring surfaces into
snaking molten lava,
Covering the corrugated cracks in Babylonian
“Perhaps it has always been there,
This thing, this demon inside me.”
Perennially shifting wilding howling cognition,
Volition in furious fiction,
Feeling snarling snapping at my heels.
The fictions, projections creating
The evil eye and other Jinnah making iniquity,
One day all will be concluded in concussiveness.
Connecting extremes and insanity to
Esoteric central core in magic cube of ancient
Following flowing pictures through dusked
Through furtive white crosses fealty and it’s
Color’s evolve spiral through final chapters
In the end a detachable mixture, a riddle
A synapsed seclusion and the task is solved.
There are many ways to kill (a man),
And I taught them.
There are many ways to murder (me).
And I brought them.
Oh give me…pain with no repose,
Oh give me…ears that are closed,
Oh give me…mouths with no response,
Oh give me the burden of a new tongued order,
And the skin rhythmed touch of migrating
Oh his beautiful man, born of demon King
Raised in argent ardency dimensions,
Silveries through strange pattern properties,
Sacral geometries carnivale spinning pellucidly,
Samhain and Scylla spiral madly
Resolutely, while dying they cut their hair free,
Administration of death in her presence seen.
Lost children eternally, anomalous demons
The world flies backwards unreality of what it
Ephemeral to ambiguities flame extinguishing
The dead enfold, born moaning into this world.
Celtic God’s and blackened blacksmith sorcery,
Toys in the palms of callous cannibalistic
Witches ride wildly for frightful Phobos,
From the bales of fear my private lunacy
Monstrosities grunting courageously,
Mumbling rotten membranes,
Leaves, thorns, beast horns, intestines, heart
Fright at might dear antlers dead and red, rusty
Morning breaks broke blood torments,
Nights in hellish anguish shatters.
He tore all his clothes off, and naked he roars
with torched lips,
Lunacy smile wild and wide shadowed caustic
Lives lonesome black buffalo and rabid holy
The stalking beast entreats me in rooms
Where the light will remain hidden,
Save fiery twilight eternally bidden.
“There is nothing that is alive here” it cackles at
”If the light is prayed the shadows will explode
You do not know what is happening to you,
hellish heresy clarity confuse.”
I should shake the walls, slam fists to tables
expectantly, I said:
“I will make my blood flow like a tap!” I almost
I revealed my wound to wise effect of
He told me to dream.
It’s been a year and still he stands there sirene,
I pound him and drown him, stab him,
Nothing moves him.
The world breaks down around him,
He sneers and peels and smears,
He curses and tears,
And cuts like a beast.
“My innermost shaitan;
Predatorial preternatural hunts of my psyche,
Mavening movements within me…
Or behind my back
Waiting…for me to turn around.”