Drifting Into Solace/ Cryptic Incursions

whisperingquill

Drifting Into Solace


I have drowned
myself in your ocean.

My sediment settles as a
blanket around your ventricle.

Seeping into your
primordial security.

Inhaling your aura
I savagely incorporate
my prerogative,

to taste the dying
of your manipulation.

All hands on deck then
cryptic Catharsis I
bludgeoned your Cardinal
of illustrious sin.

He who makes others quiver
dastardly deeds administered
by a minister so sinister.

Bend you over backwards
corkscrew your sinewed cartilage,

speculated secretions
misleading your completion.

Loyal intrusion.

Onyx laced infusion
hexagonal pyramids
of dissection
necrosis deployed
sweet acceptance.

Rigor- mortis mercurial sting
melodious ring
scraping the membrane
of blessed serenity.

Vindicate the notion
of dark divinity.

Contemplate this
delineated contract
from initial moan,

you could have treated
the world better without sin.

Nothing to gain, but to try again.

 

Cryptic Incursions 

 

Kaleidoscope entrails
in a rigid viewfinder
of yesterday's happiness,

bleeding fractured harmonies
displaced shattered realities,

suspiciously my progress
bombastic diction
for your empathy of delusion.

Hypothesize my iconic
conclusion littered
with post-apocalyptic religion,

cut from the essence
of survival instinct
same as begin.

Crimson precision
divinities masterpiece
thunderfucked
beyond recognition,

rise from ruin inscribe tears
in Lucifers epididymis
infused confusion.

Steely coarse tongue
lavishly licking
lacerated labia's,

quiver two times
die but once.

Collapsed cumbersome
coagulated conundrum.

Copyright © 2017 WhisperingQuill.All Rights Reserved

 

 

 

  • Author: Whisperingquill (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 10th, 2017 00:15
  • Comment from author about the poem: Two for 1
  • Category: Gothic
  • Views: 24
Get a free collection of Classic Poetry ↓

Receive the ebook in seconds 50 poems from 50 different authors


Comments1

  • FredPeyer

    Whisperingquill you sent my head spinning with your eclectic writing. Maybe I am just too dumb to understand it all, but it sound beautiful.

    • whisperingquill

      Your a writer Fred you get the gist brother your powerful beyond measure my friend

      • FredPeyer

        When you're right Antonio, you're right!



      To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.