Submissions by Orestes
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
The physical expression of chaos
Beautiful Altar (part 2, female perspective)
Peel the skin from off my eyes
And open up my mind.
Take me to where the demons play
With the angels in the moonlight.
In the night garden
The roses bleed.
Death is the master that
Takes what he needs.
Here are my petals
Now here are my thorns.
Taste my sweet flesh
Now I am reborn.
Penetrate my gates of hell
And breathe music down
My spine
Your bones of stone can hold
Hostage for as long as you've
Got time.
And open up my mind.
Take me to where the demons play
With the angels in the moonlight.
In the night garden
The roses bleed.
Death is the master that
Takes what he needs.
Here are my petals
Now here are my thorns.
Taste my sweet flesh
Now I am reborn.
Penetrate my gates of hell
And breathe music down
My spine
Your bones of stone can hold
Hostage for as long as you've
Got time.
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Beautiful Altar (part 1)
You burn my face with lit cigarettes and I love to hate your smile.
I drink the blood from your filthy cuts, while I'm chained and breathing in fire.
Listen how
My cold heart sounds
As your naked body
Fuels my rage.
You call me a
Limp dick
useless freak
And I'm inclined to agree
If you just expose your neck, ill rip your flesh back and devour your soul.
Cause I'm the black Christ rising, you're my demon bride, might as well kill you now cause I can never call you mine.
You've got the blackest eyes, but they won't...
I drink the blood from your filthy cuts, while I'm chained and breathing in fire.
Listen how
My cold heart sounds
As your naked body
Fuels my rage.
You call me a
Limp dick
useless freak
And I'm inclined to agree
If you just expose your neck, ill rip your flesh back and devour your soul.
Cause I'm the black Christ rising, you're my demon bride, might as well kill you now cause I can never call you mine.
You've got the blackest eyes, but they won't...
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Orestes (introducing myself)
I pressed the hot metal against the flesh of my heathen self.
Just to test the pain felt and the smell smelt, as I melted.
Orestes is branded.
If death chooses you first, I will be the one to slice your dirty vein then etch my name, 'Orestes' into your skin, so you can die with eternal fame or Original sin, take your pick?
Orestes the wicked.
I've tasted the venom of the ancients and picked apart their fables lucidly.
I kill vehemently and I'm detrimental to your longevity, as I devour your mind and soul and you shrink and submit with jeopardy....
Just to test the pain felt and the smell smelt, as I melted.
Orestes is branded.
If death chooses you first, I will be the one to slice your dirty vein then etch my name, 'Orestes' into your skin, so you can die with eternal fame or Original sin, take your pick?
Orestes the wicked.
I've tasted the venom of the ancients and picked apart their fables lucidly.
I kill vehemently and I'm detrimental to your longevity, as I devour your mind and soul and you shrink and submit with jeopardy....
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