Every Rock, Every Half‐Truth Under Reason
Day to night to following night Pursuance leads to capture I sit quietly, contemptuously Stalking myself Mystified by mirror Piece of mirror broken Shard drive deep through eye in hand I cannot see what my hand is doing... Rusty garden shears cut through the weeds Growing over the grave I think once upon a time this was me But I don't know I am here now The thing that scuttles Out of the corner of your eye Closet door cracked, peer Peer That whispers between the pages Wet spot on cold floor Long hall, dark house I cannot see what my hand is doing.. The ruins of my spirit saw a scythe that was mowing A shovel that was shoveling, a spade that was squaring Six feet down as the ravens were screaming Can you see me watching from the window? Sometimes I wave and other times I wander The same rooms as you at the same time Searching for a way out of this house But I know I will find it never The only door I see is to the scythe that mowed me down The shovel and the spade Splatter on the walls The horror that stayed That haunted me then and haunts me still In the quiet hours stretched upon a grave familiar and empty
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Corridor goes on and on and on and on Lights at the end of a long, dark tunnel Eyes gape at cold blue sky The sun would blind them if they could see Look what a holy man I have become Beckons from the Ageless Sleeр Remember the sound of steel through bone Oceans never sank so deep Cut so clean, we never felt it coming Brilliance searing across the field Then nothing Then nothing at all Compline drips from the mouths of the faithful Nodding off to nightmares unspeakable Invocation wreathed in Dittany of Crete Shade King Wen and his trigrams recedes Swirling seething prince of jackals succeeds Forcing words begat of evil Push through mouth removed of tongue I am become a Vessel of Lies am become the Voice of Not I Whisper through lips dead and cracked Breath of hell and phrases clouded Flickers in the firmament Moonlight falls on opened graves snow-covered You reap what you sow This now you know Miles upon miles atrocity Ages upon ages We are not worthy the company of sages
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
0. I gathered a bouquet of roses that you will never see A handful of thorns to be my bed Forever beside your well-tended grave A monument built in your remembrance And to the remembrance of me Swept and kept free of cobwebs and weeds Maintained as my decades washed out to the sea Many years longer than I ever wanted To be the sexton at your bedside I remember our last conversation still Even as the years weigh down and crush me The sound of your voice still haunts me Sweet and broken whispers while I lie drowning And a photograph, faded, like the Distance between memories and planets Slowly pulled apart and forgotten But it is all that I have I keep it in a golden box and bear it before me The Ark of Lives Forfeit The Law is of Sadness and Sacredness And it will kill those who would profane it The dunes of the desert wept tears of sand As the stars outstretched swirled overhead I crossed the waste and the glittering To come to the edge of the sparkling divinity I fought with the Demon of Dispersion Choronzon, whose number is Half of Infnity And I found you there on the other side Your smile, swathed in fne linen And kept in the charred hope chest of my heart In an abandoned house by the side of the highway 00. Oblivion turns a basilisk eye toward me And I smile for the frst time since you Were drawn into saturninity But I keep a candle in the window lit No matter the year, no matter the season I light a candle in everlasting vigil By the back door, in sight of The forest where you used to wander Do you remember? The paths and the stream? The willows and stones and moss-covered floor? If you, wandering shade, cold and lonely Wandering still through the trees Through the mist and the pine and the boughs and the leaves Ever fnd your way back home I am here waiting, follow the light back to me With a pad and a pencil I write down my thoughts Tumbling out like the stream in the forest Pages upon pages on the long life of Despair A scripture recorded by the light of the candle Automatic writing by a body That outlived its life 000. On the last day of my own, as I Lay awaiting and alone (even my Angel has forsaken me) Eloi. Eloi. lama sabacthani And listening to the sounds I would never hear again Looking out the window at the moon and the sky A And the stars that ushered me into eternity I heard the sound of water from somewhere Flowing from somewhere inside and around me am the source and I flow out to the sea Many decades long Of a life spent in mourning preparation for death, an expectation unsurpassed You are the oceans, the brine of my tears The Grail, my Angel, my seasons and years All withered now, and covered in moss Like the stones in the forest outside of the house I see where the rivers converge Four rivers that flow from the center of Eden write it all down with my pad and my pencil The candle flickers with disturbance of air... am the wetness upon cold foors... I am the ossuary nocturnal... Ghosts haunt shadows that refuse the sun in its setting They wander in the night and are lost I never knew a love like yours existed, nor such a love so deep And I will keep your memory alive forever A monument built in your remembrance And to the Remembrance of me
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
O Demon-haunted thousands hours! Rise! But no, no, no, it is I that go Wreck of a thing I loathe thee... Nocturnal ossuary One step forward Three steps backwards into A million vermilion skeletons Slippery stairs (Cellar) (Hell) I creep and groan Down into darkness Demons rattling in my bones Small hours gnawing at my spine Hatewave surge like Knife in chest Vomit black heart Leaden plate Medusa crest Cold in the cold In the hell of hot night I wish that I could kill you all I wish so badly I could Kill you all And be alone With the snakes and shades Twisting and dragging through sodden veins Eat of heart on leaden plate Sacramental twist of hate Phantoms come and pass away Last night, tomorrow, every day I don't want to just kill you I want to kill you all Peace, calm, indifferent Like a little boat alone in the brine Climb into my casket In the dark Sleep it away Stay away Sleep
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026