Succumbing to Storms
In the early bright sitting idiosyncratic
in a daze amongst wooded serenity,
chartreuse this forest canopy bedded above
crystal cerulean waves rushing softly.
Not my usual set of distorted instances, I'm isolated,
in peace rather than split amongst hesitant ides.
I do love the solidarity of this sprawling estate,
talking sofas deem quite good for my insurgencies.
This land storied in rich character, tragic misfortunes,
a place once treasured for its sacred bounty.
Hip~shot on wagon wheels of hells fury decimation came,
arcane idolaters blood driven slaughtered the natives.
Now vexed eternal in tragic sorrow this sanctuary deemed,
unnatural occurrences from spirited forefathers loom venomous.
However I find this land welcoming to my deplorable means,
here there's few inhabitants so sound is quelled slightly.
My condition attended by qualified vigilance in bleach white,
faceless caretakers who regular my domicile with diligence.
Therapeutics now dreamy in effect as i'm rendered docile,
not filed in varied irrational schisms gone too fast.
Just two eventides passed since gorging luscious feasts,
watering my palate; moistening it like late July rains,
so enthralled was my appetite it diverted abstinence,
breaking my usual fasting of ponderous perplexities.
Heightened was my vivacity which for many lunar,
rotations, has found hibernating it's doomed apathy.
Dusks blanket brings alive this landscape,
now wild with calls of nocturnal stimulation.
As the visiting golden Oracle leaves, unsettled
waters spew murky perception across the gap.
Cracking of shattering Ions roll in viciously from south,
the distant quaking stripping my momentary reprieve.
Just as Domino's once stacked now toppled frantically,
i'm raptured in affected throws of blindsided lunacy;
a victim of delusional warfare that leads astray
a ship lacking mast to edges of a flattened world.
Radular these scurrying minions run amidst diabolical
incantations spewed forked Tongues, sapphire eyes.
Persistently invasive at my loss of evasive maneuvers
so the depth of it is no longer shoulder lower than I.
Strictly stagnant and vast these shadow filled halls
violently flashing with loud cracks, storm approached swiftly.
Diagenic these retinas unfocused in hysteria's bosom
impulse beyond reason, i’m feeling darkened infamy.
Choking and terrified as constrained lungs attempt
to force past a throat seized under heathen evaluation.
“fuck.k..Fuck You” squeaking out in fragments against
burbled rantings of this imposing tyrannical ritualistic homage.
Failed it seems as suicides requiem shows its feature,
a witching hour matinee one hopes to never attend.
I am the offering of a thousand dead natives screaming,
enlightened ones rashly plucked from the grand scheme.
This estate now a catacomb of vibrantly loud shrieks,
tenacious cackling and cataclysmic agony seething.
Shackles me in jackets of restraint, leery wall clocks hiss
as grotesquely fingers invade my ears, nose and mouth.
Inundated my veins pierced are drenched in Thorazine,
doses administered not that of a sane physician's hand.
Forced to succumb to electrode pulses firing high wattage,
shaking and seizing upon my already too feeble mind.
Near catatonic in subsonic shivering of a sequestered vessel,
missing the expression this contorted mask can't equate.
Pupils dilated, stuck on visions of giant demonic beings,
raping serenities virginity with malicious force.
Cresting chromatic sepulchres cornered in masochistic
enthusiasms one would never entomb a life by.
Dissected in thrashing segments by tiny teeth, deformed nails,
these demons devour the remains of my worth, luscious moments gone.
Dont gather much in perception thats clear or assimilated in time,
think it’s been weeks surrounded by voices vulgar inflections.
These moments pass like years without illumination or sight
the days drag on like molasses chilled on tattered dead flesh,
stuck in position by tacky substance I believe came from me…
reminds my echoing synapses the lull this heart is beating to.
Backwards digression in horrific overtures provocate terror,
packaged and gleaming reflections of a sharpened blade carving.
I am a funeral procession lacking momentary display,
but a corpse rotting upon grief-less shores.
Slipping off into eternal quagmires, lackluster eulogies…
severed in a garden of storming schizophrenic attacks.
©Sinister Spital 2017
Written by sinisterspital
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