Meet My Phantoms

Nihil. These tyrannical phantoms that render me insane leech me to apathy now that ever day feels the same, but still, I will leave you with an empty smile now that they're here to stay a while: I Spawned wanton the rapists of auspicious change, betraying verdant hills in mud of earth-hued strange disquieting my unclean soul of what poison led to the ravenous wolves that my misery fed II Bleeding white and dead in the far ghostly seas from repellentmountains that grew with unease; forward intodeciduouswoods where I was drawn flanked by lightning that hissed of the storm III A son of the storm astride this repugnant nightmare to thismenstrual stigma on winds without prayer amidst the damnation of strangled men and eldritch truths that came as ill-omens IV A tourniquet on my wounds that bled scarlet regret commanding lamentations uponfoliage in set in a whirl of daylight and fauna pulled from the tomb as my spirit was freed and eclipsed the moon V In sinister outshunned debauchery as a fallen star maleficent in a dusky ornament from a far unconscious nebular, leaning bedazzled on damp cellar walls greeting despair my from my nights that enthralled VI Wintersolstice that frozenarcissistic unrest as shown spraying the house of a dog with a disdainful thorn-bush known; robbing me of my orchids - midwinter wrongs the rites of Spring in spinal shock whilst pensive souls together sing VII Under the cold stares of near-suicides cross their hearts and stillborns writhe in tepid brine for this wicked way starts, so I danced macabre, divined from my formal gait with an angelsteppingfrom apedestal remission of fate VIII Alighting to darker spheres delighting in held sway for I felt unlike a god to whom the pernicious wolves bayed. Tongue onto tongue swept in crowds without care for the whores who rallied their maledict glares IX A murder of crows tousled in my escaping hair with hungchandeliers and a tiara for passions ensnared; my consort laughed a plum of icy breath so in full moon fever of a hunched beldane's death X Feigned grace in a grimdisdainto raise a flag of truce in my bickering thoughts' early graves; heartstrings the score of an enthralling concerto conducting torture chamber music in a skinless crescendo XI Alone on an altar in castle and its keep like a fairytale in a dissonant surge to the snow peaks set to unbind knotted reins that kept in despair, shod onmelancholy where onyx idols stared. - END -