My abode—
A victorian vacuum—
Is a voracious vampire.
Its fangs, pillars of pain, sink into the synaptic mesh—
Forming an dreadful, damnable, dooming doorway.
Within, the foyer gorily greets
With autophagic consciousness.
A grand staircase winds upward; the attic—
Cobwebbed and dust-blanketed, filled with
Repression’s ruin,
Each box, draped painting,
A portal to perpetual punishing pain.
Below, the bedrooms of bedlam
Bring tormented dreams—
Restlessness remains.
Windowless, wind creaks each board—
Destruction is this spire’s shaky sound.
The main floor—only foyer and stairs—
Leave little option for movement—
Vertical valet is the only way—
The ascent leads harrowed hope,
The descent—
A fall into a
cylindrical cellar—
Delivers with
dramatic drop
Into a populated
Prison where
Cannibals eat from
The inside out.
An abode of
Abomination,
Constructed
Without hope
Of any real
Deconstruction.
Death comes slowly
Down in drips
Of dew, moisture,
To tenderize flesh
And to preserve parched pain.
Escape is elusive—nay—it never comes.
Once locked away, the cold chamber
Changes fast into a furnace of fury,
Where hell’s damnation delivers
Dreadful, dastardly, dominating
Torment only killed by definite
Encephalon expiration and
The dealings of death.
© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
Originally published on tristanrobertlange.com, August 25, 2025.
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Powerful work.
Thank you Thomas! 🗝️💀🧠🙏
You are the master of noir Tristan .. Ozzy had nowt on you brother .. and be sure I shall obtain said anthology if you provide an appropriate link and visit your website as often as I am able .. 🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐈⬛🐈⬛🐈⬛🐧🐦⬛🐦⬛🎶🎶🐧🐦⬛😎👍
Wow Neville, and here is this comment you referred to on my said site! Thank you so much for your time, support and love my friend. Much appreciated. I look forward to seeing you anywhere you show up...always! Thank you again! 🗝️💀🧠🙏 Oh...and if you have books for me to support and buy. Do let me know. I'm a fan! I will be share to share when that time comes! 🙏
I feel I am being lead through a labyrinth of mental illness with all of its abberations, where only death shows the way out. If this is the case, it is a horrifying glimpse into the mind of one so afflicted. It is a graphic masterpiece, frighteningly so.
Yes, my dear friend, you picked up on it exactly. Though a new poem, it was pulled from the depths of some really dark times I've been through. I hope, as horrifying as it is, it gives hope to others who might be there...at least the hope of knowing others have gone through it and are here to write poems about it. Anywho, thank you so much for reading it and, wow...seeing it as a masterpiece. I am truly humbled! 🗝️💀🧠🙏
You have reached those who have gone through it, I can attest to that, and it does give hope. Thank you!
🤗🥰 You are welcome, dear friend. Your words bring warmth and encouragement to my heart. I very much appreciate you...so thank you, too!
Obi's dastardly in his actions. What actions? Don't answer that, of course! lol.
Dat Dastardly Devilish Dunderheaded Drizzle-fish still depsarately swimming yet? 🤣
There is a lot of darkness here with feelings of self cannibalism. A powerful sense of being consumed. Well done
Yeah. This one came from a dark place in the past. Glad the metaphor (as gross and disturbing as it is) delivered, my dear friend! 🗝️💀🧠🙏 Thank you so much for your time and support.
You are always most welcome my friend
There's a delicious pleasure which practically leads to reveling in the indulgence of such skills as you trot forth as clothing for your message. Gorgeously rendered with exceptional imagery and a ghastly poignancy. Thank you for sharing.
Wow! I am humbled, my dear friend! This was a dark and rather...erm...disturbing one and I am so glad it delivered and that you enjoyed it. Thank you, always, for your ongoing support! 🗝️💀🧠🙏
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