peace
i peeled off my skin
dipped them in the river
that had the color
of your name
unraveled my bones
and carved the ridges
of your face
into the bony white
- deathetix
In which the deceased confronts several semesters of skipped literary composition courses.
There once was this guy named Ryan.
He never did murder. Or lyin'.
He went to Mass that time,
And he... paid his parking fines,
And I coulda stole that meth but was buy--
OK, fine. Fuck it. The sulphur pit's down the hall to the left?
identity
the ink may be smeared,
apologies.
but to whoever it may concern:
please let me in.
i've been hiding
too long
keeping my
heart
black
wrapped
in thorns
hidden away
under vibrant
lace curtains
i'm so
fake
i need to
be with
others like
me
shed these
layers
of fake smiles
and platisicine words
please
let me be
myself
Fusion
Hate came storming in the door
squalling, yelling, howling
ready to drill into damaged heart.
Hate had watched Love through cracks
distorting exposed image in his mind,
contaminating her senses, stole her soul
squalling, yelling, howling
Foggy essence of imperfect Hate
damned to Hell where lonely lies,
larger and larger, the cyclone grows,
dehydrated thoughts, waning passion
squalling, yelling, howling
Love is the conqueror and purifies pith
seizes Hate’s emotions whirling in space.
Love flows like lava into crevices of Hate,
warming the cold and sadness therein,
melts the ice from Hate’s furrowed brow
soothing, softening, calming
Meeting in middle, Love and Hate become
ONE
escaping Hell to bask in Heaven’s glow
empire
open your fiery gates, fools
allow my creeping corruption to caress you deep inside
and bear yourselves to the darkness that resides within
until your light seeps out between my clenched fingers
whispering like coals tossed about in the tide
open your fiery gates, fools
so i may sit upon my rightful throne
with naught but a wicked smile splitting my face and a
lopsided crown of broken bones perched upon my skull
at long last, fools, your ruler has come home
“Are There Dragons in Hell?”
“Hey, Satan?”
“Yes?”
“Are there dragons in Hell?”
“Yes.”
“Are there pirates in Hell?”
“Yes.”
“Is Napoleon in Hell?”
“Um, I don’t-“
“Is Peter the Great in Hell?”
“Um, I don’t-“
“Ooh, what about Al Capone, or ‘Machine-Gun Kelly?’”
“Yes. No. I don’t know!”
“Is it warm in Hell, because I cannot stand the cold for too long?”
“What, yes, very warm.”
“Good.”
“What?”
“Is the lava in hell like in ‘Minecraft,’ where you can pick it up with a bucket and move it somewhere else?”
“Wa- I don’t know? Why do you care?”
“Are there skeletons in Hell?”
“Yes.”
“Can we cook food over the fires of Hell, or do we have to pay for that?”
“Wa- What? What, no, you can’t-“
“Will I have to read works by James Joyce in Hell, because I really don’t like his writing that much.”
“If you don’t like it, you have to do it.”
“So what if I don’t like to drink tea, then can I have as much tea as I want?”
“Um, technically, if you genuinely-“
“Or ice cream, if I don’t like ice cream, could I have as much as I want?”
“I don’t think you under-“
“Are there dragons in hell?”
“You already asked that.”
“Well, are there?”
“Yes.”
“Sweet, I’m in!”
The Hell Daddy Raised
The things I’ve done
I’ve done for fun
for life, for love, for kicks.
So to the prudes
who found me rude
and those I’ve given fits.
I’ll say again
to paraphrase Twain,
“God made only one of me,
But if heaven is banned
to this kind of man,
then hell should have good company.”
Dear Lucifer
Dear Lucifer,
You were once a fallen angel.
Can you not understand
Why a woman would feel feeble
At the touch of your tender hands?
Allo
Allo~ C’est moi-
I hope that you’ll let me in
I am here for the one
Who pulled my heart
Right out of my chest
& left me lying alone
On the floor—
How did I get here?
That’s easy..you see...
I just followed the red,
Blood stained footprints
They led me right to these gates.
#Allo ©
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=VKIiCOZ2Eo4
22.09.2020 (tuesday)
Soulforged
Devil take me now
Throw me to the pit
Let me lust for battle
For I was born for it
Give me not redemption
But let me wear my sin
As I feast upon my fellows
With a chortle and a grin
I will wear them proudly
The errors of my ways
An angel may ask mercy
But a demon never prays
I swear I’ll never falter
Never hestitate or slack
Lead me not to salvation
Let me fall into the black
Let the gates sit open
For heaven it can wait
I’ll not envy paradise
Over my own chosen fate
Sentence me to hellfire
I need no judge or jury
Forge me as your sword
Let me embody fury
Neither grace nor glory
Can satiate my greed
Take me now, my Devil
For Hell has all I need