The Black Poem

Midnight at the crossroads

beneath the charcoal moon

of the drowning earth and burning heaven

the darkness.


Inner sins, down they've stayed too long

heed the temptation sin make me strong

Locked in the confines of the Pentagram,

join his side

god is dead.


Living hell is never succumbing to the impulse

of my affliction addiction,

black serpent slithers in my vein.


Amongst the blood thirst

I killed the gravedigger 

at my resting stone,

a prisoner in the psyche war.


Satan's gargoyle spoke his copy of the Codex

in my head until 3.


These eyes of Ire shut only to witness a river flowing

with the thick vital crimson

of those who've wronged me.
























  • The lonely poet

    Very deep right up my ally well done

  • Goldfinch60

    very strong dark write.

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