Hypnagogia

scarlet moon, eye of a dead angel whose glance have gotten lost in the divine sperm ashes cover your cold naked body where hungry dummies come to feast in orgy of dolls and ravens parades over the sea all is phosphoric and full of flies the stench of dead flesh was too strong can you count all the teeth and tongues on the ground? scarlet moon, eye of a dead angel whose glance dies among the waves of our lust embrace me and eat my right eye the miracle is completed, cut me half

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025

they are all around me a slow procession of eyeless wraiths step by step, melting in my mouth trying to scream, to break through the inner i'd snakes slither in the meaninglessness of time past, present and future are bleeding from my eyes it's like giving birth a cadaver or burying a crdle with a baby in it please don't let them take me away the putrid womb of a dead virgin awaits i'd like to expose my bones to you sketching a shadow in the light kneeling in my own vitreous humor i aim for my sleep in deep agony shivering, it takes my corpse away i think i've never woken up

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025

i've seen the fall of man one last breath before the silence death rattle in the darkness one last tear before the rain i've seen children of war melting under the sun of shame consummatum est! the sky cries it's fallen ones angels that loose their wings consummatum est! we must kneel down in front of the end we must admit that we have always mistaken

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025

under the indefensible weight of the sky the theatre of loss displays three coffins four stiff bodies in dark corners empty cradles rock in silence broken mirrors reflect infinite realities no reality is certain a violet sun shines with halogen reflections for sleepers with inflated venters under the undefensible weight of the sky thousands of waves bring unknown voices thousands of voices bring certain mirrors lunar tongues relish amniotic rainbows infinite days perish in amniotic fluids the choir of the dead recites its three rosaries the crown is like a noose the seventh grain is a vertebra worms swarm in twisted tongues blood from the ears and tears in the hands sperm in heaven for crawling angels sperm in heaven for thirsty virgins amen

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025