Eliogabalus

While on the surface Light and shade take turns. And smile and tears And fair and ugly. Saint and nasty. And the monstrous Is just the different: Tiny crack in the globe's perfection. Down there swarms excess: Where exception is the rule And the loathsome Spreads always Unexplored dimensions, And sundry doors Open on the magma: The black holes. In the terrible adventure Of each night, Whose irrational daring Springs only From the ignorance Of danger, The doors open wide And streams of unknown Flow into the sleep. The unnameable Gave me the axe To lop off the head Sever the limbs Disguise coldly And throw away. My brother. Lights often keep secret hypnosis Sleeping down -there- In the dark "undead is whoever Can wait eternally In ambush Ready to seize With the fangs'." Slowly the phantoms (Re)ascend Creeping through The grey canals Silently riding The wings of reality The mischievous glance Speedily flares While pure and deranged My poor little sister I deflower; Or drive the red -My red- soaking blade Into the boring beloved Old benefactress' heart. And when the fog Starts to unreel And the obscure gulfs Are covered again As if nothing Had ever happened, And yet the unaware people Smile at me raising their hats: "Mr. Doctor!". And when the open wide eyes Revisit Every damned Endless moment I set out Across the pebbles Worn out, Laying my head I stare at the lights For the last time, Two lights, On the tracks

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025

I dread the great winged insects And the cat-headed butterflies; Above all the fleshy wings Of the birds Trying to clutch me. At times I thought I was a glass bowl And I trembled Fearing to be cracked. Or I felt as if I had committed A horrible crime (But... which one?) Sinking off (only) At night. Then I was in a vast garden And I cut the tree in the middle, "Tree of the knowledge Of good and evil" Building a vessel That I named "Narrenschiff" And I sailed through Black waves of clotted blood, Closing my eyes.... When I opened them I was sitting on the throne, With the terror Of an endless hiccup. Anxiety Not to walk on the lines, I carry on numbering things Till I forget how many Then I start again... I don't give a damn For Caligula: just his horse! And I'm bored by Julius Caesar's Thousands words To cross the rubycon only. "The mirror! The mirror! The mirrored life!" Same and adverse The real and its stage, Flesh and blood puppets In the scene of the game. Bitches to power The army is a ballet Empty the treasure In everyone's hands! "The mirror! The mirror! The mirrored life!" Sitting alone in the empty pit, Me, The laughing man, Innocent or absurd, Not as death Living one instant, But as the planet Diverse and deformed Watching the earth Beyond the mirror. Now you, just you: Child. Staring at me from the world -built on eternal repetitions- Behind the mirror. Crack my world from side to side Kill me with every day. To walk together Upon the sea... Life Is a state Of mind.

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025