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ROSE OF PERDITION
I see them all lined up, the ghosts of the past
Waiting for me beside the guillotine
Their unforgiving eyes boring into mine
As they usher me unto my own doom
The wolves are salivating
As they pull on rusting chains
Haunted howling at my door
Gnashing against freezing rain
Hallowed be thy torture, grotesque be the saint
Find myself at home beside the sinners
There’s not enough blood to drown away my woes
I find it a struggle to stand up straight
The spirits are diluted
As they feed beds of roses
I cannot lay down to die
My body decomposes
At home in Perdition
Cradle from the grave
Sacrifice another
Eidolon to honor me
And cast a stone
Eonian is eternal
A frigid wind cutting from the lowest depths
Scattering the embers and the ashes
The devil listens to all my confessions
Because God just doesn’t care anymore
Writing the gospel of Hell
Upon your marble tablets
My hands bleed from the chisel
Necromantic my laments
At home in Perdition
Cradle from the grave
Sacrifice another
Eidolon to honor me
And cast a stone
Eonian is eternal
i pull myself across glass, volcanic
as the ground siphons my blood, vampiric
suffering is an art form, poetic
malice becomes salvation, sadistic
Murder and the thunder
Echoes on my grave
The Rose of Perdition
Eidolons awaiting me
To curse my name
Purgatory is infernal
Carrion calling my name
Maggots pulsating my shell
As I crawl towards the flame
The devil of my own Hell
At home in Perdition
Cradle from the grave
Sacrifice another
Eidolon to honor me
And cast a stone
Eonian is eternal
Place another rose on my grave
In Perdition
Waiting for me beside the guillotine
Their unforgiving eyes boring into mine
As they usher me unto my own doom
The wolves are salivating
As they pull on rusting chains
Haunted howling at my door
Gnashing against freezing rain
Hallowed be thy torture, grotesque be the saint
Find myself at home beside the sinners
There’s not enough blood to drown away my woes
I find it a struggle to stand up straight
The spirits are diluted
As they feed beds of roses
I cannot lay down to die
My body decomposes
At home in Perdition
Cradle from the grave
Sacrifice another
Eidolon to honor me
And cast a stone
Eonian is eternal
A frigid wind cutting from the lowest depths
Scattering the embers and the ashes
The devil listens to all my confessions
Because God just doesn’t care anymore
Writing the gospel of Hell
Upon your marble tablets
My hands bleed from the chisel
Necromantic my laments
At home in Perdition
Cradle from the grave
Sacrifice another
Eidolon to honor me
And cast a stone
Eonian is eternal
i pull myself across glass, volcanic
as the ground siphons my blood, vampiric
suffering is an art form, poetic
malice becomes salvation, sadistic
Murder and the thunder
Echoes on my grave
The Rose of Perdition
Eidolons awaiting me
To curse my name
Purgatory is infernal
Carrion calling my name
Maggots pulsating my shell
As I crawl towards the flame
The devil of my own Hell
At home in Perdition
Cradle from the grave
Sacrifice another
Eidolon to honor me
And cast a stone
Eonian is eternal
Place another rose on my grave
In Perdition
Published 12th Aug 2018
| Edited 28th May 2019
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(c) 2018 Frank Green
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6th Sep 2018 2:53am
I really like these lines, how you are tying your own experience into the very descriptive story, and how it just sounds great, too,
' Carrion calling my name
Maggots pulsating my shell
As I crawl towards the flame
The devil of my own Hell '
' Carrion calling my name
Maggots pulsating my shell
As I crawl towards the flame
The devil of my own Hell '
6th Sep 2018 4:09am
14th Sep 2018 5:23am
Really enjoyed how you presented the ideas and emotions through the poem. Great work
