Sunday, March 29, 2009

Acrid Placidity

Reality shatters;
Skinned to the very bone,
the flesh feasted by self,
and stripped bare of soul.
A dance with the shadows of nothing, the last dance with death.
A duel to death with life.

Experiencing the unexisting,
stare into the abyss of organic dreams.
In it, the eyes of insanity.
Sentenced to it for eternity; a second of structured chaos.
Fall into the clarity of undoing; warped by taunting whispers of the soul.
Identity erased.

Creatures from the dark crawl unleashed,
grimacing at the prospect of it's creator
.
The creator, the monster within.

Merges into one in the the state of zen; lust, gluttony, greed, sloth, wrath, envy, pride.
In embracing minds, in grins of excitement.
The bastard of mutinous spawn bleeds flourishment.


Dwelling in the sea of raw emotions;
The dead of memories incarnated.
Reality shattered
.

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