Everything Dark and Sinister

Snugglebuck, Great write man,

"Surrender the Phantom"


Wait, wait a day, again, one more, eternal Déjà Vu

Change but the angle of motionless shadows

Seasons rise and fall in circular sacrifice to sparring gods

What god survives to observe the surrender to this ache?

Defenseless to conclude the assault of perpetuity

What secret waits to release the haunting apparition?

The reeking mist of decay concealed beneath still living flesh

Long since departed, the specter flaunts his camouflage

The pointless ruse is pointed out from within its beating heart

Beaten into silence by a spirit existing in the past

A past when hope held the hand of one that held life with piety

But all a dream is all it was, a mere phantom dies in misery



(JJ Johnson)  

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Death came for me; I,II and III
Sitting here, drinking wine,  

Drinking wine, death came for me,  

death came for me;  

Yesterday, enfolded in gentle rain, as never before, ready to die, yesterday  

Yesterday it came for me, yesterday;  

Where now does freedom lie, beyond where  

```~~~…Where beyond dust of bones eyes are crystallized…~~~```  

Crystallized, she came for me, ready to die, we traveled light  

Skin gone cold,  

Strangely cold  

```~~~…We do weep, we do weep…~~~```  

```~~~…Lord; help our souls, for we do weep…~~~```  

Crystal days, not long ago, solid and strong, barely more than this  

This is the end, a lovely death, bow your head before being exotically limitless and free,    

Free, free from man, and the wild wanting wilderness for her time and space  

```~~~…Death comes in, I greet it kind…~~~```  

Riding the ancient snake upon the mad kings crystal highway  

Highway of life, highway of death, limitless void… The riders are done with their windings;  

```~~~…This is it, this is the end, and they are here…~~~```  

Winding down in the eternal ground

The scorching sun rays consume her body,
But she remains cold,
Frozen on the inside,
Only one emotion she holds,

Hate with a passion,
Sharp as ice,
Gutting herself,
Her sorrow sliced,

Flowing out,
Powerful waves of agony now set free,
Unable to stop herself for the emotion is too strong..

She kills herself that day..
But she was dead all along.


( So sorry, not my best! I just had to get this feeling out though! )

Die pretty

His fingers crawl beneath the skin like endovascular leeches with paintbrush faces
Intravenously they slither upstream through splitting veins, drawing up the thick and heavy paint

Carving
Cutting
Drawing
Shaping
Artistic homicidal finger paintings
Splattering
Dripping
Filling in the blanks
With the blood that drips
No two are the same

With infantile fascination the walls slowly become the canvas of his imagination
A work of art or murder scene; a beautiful sight, a site to be seen
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The Destroyer Of Worlds

the gods had come and visited Earth before
and found the dinosaurs a bore
they took up to much space
and smelled of the foulest disgrace
so with nuclear fission precision
laid those reptilian bastards to waste
and for a long time the Earth was covered in ice
but the gods felt that wasn't too nice
so they wanted to create some fun
and made men and women that were dumb
they soon grew weary of human stupidity
and wiped out the first race without humility
they went on and on perfecting their pets
but never found the right recipe for success
a beacon was sent to other galaxies
an invitation on the creation of a new reality
and that's when the Dark Lords offered assistance
something so wicked but worthwhile in persistence
and in the blood of man they put something curious
a curse in the veins that turned simple men furious
it was intelligent, creative and wildly insatiable
it was a disease that made slavery practical
and the gods were surprised by this enigma
they allowed it to flourish, this beastly stigma
the gods watched in awe as man progressed in confidence
but when the time had come, the virus found its opulence
and war ravaged the peaceful community of Earth
the Dark Lords had secretly strategized their rebirth
and because they walked physically on the planet
the gods' magic was useless and they vanished
The Dark Ages was ruled by the Dark Lords
The New World was conquered by ships and swords
we are living in the wake of an oblivion
we either live and fight as warriors or die in indecision
the gods have forsaken us
In us, is all that we can trust

*Crushin' on the Slickest Pistol
*fer the Everyting Dark & Sinister comp*
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3mvgYVX2rs4
"Marilyn Manson - The Love Song" (inspire)


I'm crushin' on the slickest pistol.
(my serious case.. of weak-kneed)
Shootin' straight hot innuendo,
I am a target to the bullet feed.

Black curtain silk, tattoos his eyes
spider-laced cool, spun on surprise.
Don't wanna close greens on Time
..might miss his dark sonnet sighs,
As his palm-hold pins hip so firm
and bleeds sour pouts on my burn,
battered acid-loves leak out stern.

Trace and unlace our pale fingertips
stroke my dark shine in crushed kiss.
I'm decent enough, so damp in my hush-
drip of tangled honey 'pon your tongue.
Find breath inside my mouth of hope-
as you exhale.. I breathe for us both.

Flatulent obsession, my forensic lesson,
"Darlin.. I'm [hear] for your confession."
Seems I've got an itchy trigger-finger
skin pores rebel in lust-tossed linger.

Bury anoesis of your too-tall drawl.
('cuz it still rubs my tempest so raw)
Shakes me as bold sugar done right.
Gaze me, ..I am ruined to your sight.
Now cringe sweet for me, hip to hip fit
stare me blind as you *spill- swill..split*

Ballistic trauma of my steel desire
placed hermetic lust 'tween jagged eyes.
Rock hard(on) silver bullet's ride
(bang...smoke.) opened up your "mind"
you(r head) wetly offered me..All inside.

A Ritual for Resurrecting the Dead, and of Little Faith

Hope died while giving birth to our daughter; it was a sign.
Faith was all I had left
until she died of pneumonia.
Whatever my sins, surely they are now absolved.
I prayed that God would return them, especially my daughter,
for she had barely lived before departing.
I prayed, and fasted, and did all good works. Finally,
my prayers were answered with the miracle of the Great Storm!
For days it raged, while indoors, I lost myself in alcohol
and the pictures of short lived happiness. Those images brought about a new awareness;
discovering their symbolic meaning, my awakening began.
I became receptive to the voice of signs!
When the wind and rain subsided, I visited the graves of my wife and daughter,
of Hope and Faith.

While Hope remained where she was placed;
like Jesus on the third day, my baby girl,
her coffin washed up, was carried by angels
to the woods behind the crematorium.
Among the bodies of all who were thought to be cremated-
It was there I found Faith:
in the land of the scattered dead.
It was then I knew I was chosen.
I am to arrange this chaos to order
I am to perform the ritual of resurrection!
I will return my daughter, my dear Faith, who was
brought here by the rains of God!
She is to be the first!
Hope may follow!
“Rise again!” I will command,
“Be beautiful again!” And they will! You’ll see!
Wait for it!

See the holy circle of the dead:
twelve, like the apostles,
around Faith who at the center, was always my center!
Once they’ve been reborn,
they, all around, will rejoice;
for God spared them from the fires of cremation!
A second chance has been granted!
Soon, everyone will see the fruits of the miracle!
Wait for it!

The others, the dead of whom the winds threw to the trees and left hanging
like great bloated Christmas ornaments, they were chosen for another purpose;
their weak and corrupted flesh burst and rained down a glorious rain
of entrails, and worm, and fluids from within
to bless the circle!
Fertilize the resurrection!
It will be a holy rebirth!
It will be magnificent!
Wait for it!

Emaciated, un-bathed, and numb from fasting,
I am unaffected by the pestilence brought about by my Augean flesh!
I see that I’m infested with sores and maggots, but if it should be, then let it be!
Disease and decay is but a voice of signs declaring
Faith should soon be fed with my own sacrifice.
At the appointed time, I will rip the flesh away from my throat
and allow my blood to cover all about and within the circle!
I await the invitation of vultures,
“Fall apart and be together!” They’ll call,
before joining the feast with the worms the mud and trees and weeds.
Rejoice at the ritual! Soon all will be perfect! I promise!
Wait for it!

I cry to the heavens, “Rain, dissolve all flesh! Erode away all bone!
Open, womb of the earth!
New creatures arise!”
Soon, I’ll walk from the wilderness with Faith on my shoulders, and Hope at my side!
Now, let the worthy bathe, at last, in my blood!
(Here comes the good part...)

Muse

She speaks: delirium voices within a fever dream.
Harmonizing.
A choir of angels
singing the praise
of demonic intent:
the pre-asylum wound.
She is the post-asylum infection:
melody suppurating
from an astral head injury.
Our dog demands sacrifice.

CROSSINGS

There is a space
In the depths of the skull
Where the citadel of darkness
Radiates the open skies

There is a time
In the breeze and the breath
Of a drowning man
In a sea of tears

There is a heart
Waiting to be broken
Chaste beating
Of celibate dreams

There is a mind
Hungering for her
The nape of her neck
The last gasp of air

There is a body
Lifeless on the cold floor
Her lips are slowly smiling
Her skin of blue

There is a soul
waiting limbless
In the womb of mother nature
Death will make her whole

With a top hat I bow to you.
Serving up drinks on the old shiny gloss.
Blowing circles around your head like a troubled noose.
I'm going to paint these white roses red.
Licking and gambling, ain't no one ruining my game.
But hanging by a noose, can lead to an unpleasant end.
Gasping and colors turning.
I tip my hat to the devil himself.
For you see...
It's all fun and games until someone turns up dead..
Gaze through the woodlands, the valleys, and forests.
How the meadows and mountains have crumbled.
How the skies and grounds have bowed at each other
How the children scream, and the men whisper.
How the women plead, and the men purge.
How the men beg, and the women mug.
How the children destroy and the men create.
How the children make, and the men kill.
How the forests burn and the oceans freeze.
Mirrors cracked, ain't no turning back.
I follow you, like your sleeping cancer.
I love you, and I dwell in your forest.
I care for you, don't you know.
Haven't you seen all my gifts.
Your nightmares, your fears, your pain, your anger.
These are my gifts to you.
For I am, your revenge.
For you see as you gaze into these woodlands.
There is no human alive that doesn't fear a monster.
Close your sweet little eyes.
For it's time to die.

If My Husband Only Knew:

How I covet you
Head to toe
Draped in lace
As I lay you down
Your skin beneath mine
The fire burning in your eyes
Give in to me
The strain in your oyster shell skin
As the crack of the belt completes me
Moans escape from your satin lips beneath my fingers
Struggle a little more for me baby
As a wrap the belt around your fragile little neck
With every breath I tighten it notch by notch
Until asphyxia paints you the perfect shade of blue
As I use you one last time
Watching as your one last breath checks out
Like a whore in a cheap hotel
I’ll take you out like yesterday’s trash
And bury you like my innocents
Six feet below the ground.

Aligned- Star of the morning
        Listen to me
        I cannot lie
        I can identify