Veiled Hideousness

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Behind the placid mask of the starlit cosmos or underneath the messy stars scattered on the canvas of night Someone is victim of the vision of suspicious forms skulking in the sky They came, and will come again Them, the unknown, the alien, aboard their huge spaceships Illuminating infinity Perhaps are we only a subspecie, an uncommon subject of scientific experiences on earth's vast laboratory? Many humans have ever been kidnapped and examined Are they the odd gods our ancestors once revered? The sowers of our primitive civilizations? Or merely witnesses of our self-destruction? They have probably paced the earth from a pole to the other : What lecagy remains of them on this huninged sphere? Our ridiculous selfishness made us believe we were the only life form in the Universe To me, it's crystal clear we are not... Cyborgs we already are alloys of flesh and synthetic matters Half-robots, half-humans with our prosthesis and implants Polluting our environment to sterilize it Qui sait si nous ne sommes pas des monstres nous qui distillons nos émotions pour les vendre? Those interdimensional travellers May be afraid of our madness. Only when they'll land to stay shall we at last realise the truth....

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025

A sharp blade is disguised by an elegant curtain Devil's large hand corrupts with false beauty and all the sheeps stupidly bite the lure of envy Is a mirror vanity's mask? They vainly search it deep within the glass... Can't you hear our muted screams? We want a key to confront this social sorcery Disease fills the air...where are the cure streams? Dead end : vanity has poisoned the essence of purity Welcome to the world where friends are hypocrites! A keen blade is behind an elegant curtain Vile temptations rise upon the land and sheeps lick the feet of a thousand attractive lies Is a mirror vanity's mask? They vainly search it deep within the glass... Hellish perfumes - a beast in the mind Begins a war between mankind and the soul of a nightly enchantress in a faded, yet nice dress The wrath from above will end your "perfect crime" You want to reach the sun, to challenge the winds? To enter in a race no one can win? -Harmful instincts, vicious healings - All control lost in this cruel, cold sin The enemy lies in this voracious spirit protected by the sphere of consciousness I anticipate an hecatomb Only the strong deals with pain But beyond death, they may reign

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025

My soul is a wicked vulture Who whishes to steal the celestial treasure To revel in bliss and rapture I will devour the blood-red skies And reach the point where the sun never dies Even if it may scorch both of my eager eyes The torrid star of Knowledge Burns my gilded wings to ashes I fall in the maze of my mind My corpse is lying in the crass And there are many rows of rapacious crows Craving for carrions of my carcass but as a newborn phenix I'll rise again from the styx of my ignorance As eternity unfurls before me I make my way through space When I reach my spiritual palace I cannot, I can't see... My lightened gem I have not found And I'm ungently hitting the dirty ground Hence my peers gathering around In the air you will see my silhouette Falling in a deadened sunset As bitter as tears of Juliet In the bleeding heart of a Poet

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025

Once again, the sun has sunk in the horizon, Breaching the Occident with crimson wounds Come, o Noctambulesque, creep under my shroud and spread concupiscence in languorous pantomimes : your pleasure's the law if you discover mine... Your scales' caresses -Reptilian Shudders- compensates for the bruise left by fangs and claws As saliva gives luster I linger with fever over your every pore squirming by the temple Where scrumptious vices dwell Seduced thus uxurious, tantalized by your venomous gaze, I shine the idol of overshadowed rites, this noble jewel deserves peculiar cares : a tongue alone won't do the trick to lick the drizzle of strange frolics, to quaff the monstrous passions that lurk in your leer Your hospitable hiatus exhales hedonistic delights, and I taste it as a beast in a feast Words seem superfluous, we use another language, But alas! Confuse contradictions! Madrigals are tattooed inside your womb as the bane of lust rages An ardent and insidious duet lay on a soil cleansed of taboos in a hellcove where the supreme offering is brought, an interlude amid turmoils We should never relinquish our immoderate projects, may they lead us to our ruin... A familiar specter shortens our nights, the ignoble Somnolence Now that we have blessed our flesh, our both souls should here coalesce; We're dislocated in amorous convulsions -the aftermath of demented clasps - Shatter my rib-cage and extirpate my heart that source of trouble stuck in Ut the burden of Melancholy alters my shoulders " I cannot love except where Death Is mingling his with Beauty's breath. " (Edgar A. Poe)

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025

Confined to our fortifications, Besieged by a horde of berserk wolves, We rapidly ran out of food And sought an armistice : The plague of Famine had undermined our will, Nobles and plebs were all dead or ill, Our wall was transformed into a trap And the barbarians were invading our burg With Blaze, Pillaging and Murder. I've seen the marble dyed With blood of lackeys, of plotters Of obsequious, rouged harlots; I've ever sen the blood of my parents Squirt scarlet on their purple garments... Somber harbinger : The nettle of fear ate into my heart So I took refuge in the bowels of the castle, Lest I fall under their fierce ire Somewhere down this bottomless sewer I think I've discovered A disused torture chamber Or else all these cadavers I've encountered Were my predecessors... Vomitive miasmas are polluting my being The lurid stench obstructs my breathing Ugh.... " Shall I lick the sweat of rocks or crunch the dregs of insects To quench my thirst and silence my hunger? " Here, my torch perishes And I stride a threshold Groping along in a gloomy room : It's an underground den covered with vermin Have you ever felt your name carved in the wood of your tomb? In this occult crypt rot my forefathers I must assume my Fate : Rigor Mortis, I greet thee in my members And wait to lack oxygen, to faint... Snatch me, Thanathos, end my disgrace And solemn, your slumber, I'll embrace For now my sorrows plough an extinct inferno

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