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.
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- Published: July 10th, 2017 00:15
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- Category: Gothic
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Whisperingquill you sent my head spinning with your eclectic writing. Maybe I am just too dumb to understand it all, but it sound beautiful.
Your a writer Fred you get the gist brother your powerful beyond measure my friend
When you're right Antonio, you're right!
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