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Here In The BowerAnd ye shall toss and turn and squirm
Like a salamander afterbirth
And wallow in the mud blind and deaf
Like a mother sow's bastard reject
And ye'll find thyself shivering
Teeth clacking, toes rattling
Neck quivering, ribs trembling
Knees and shoulders inching ye onward
Organs grinding to stay warm
From the freezing bacterial swamp
Ye'll beg the cruel gods for a precipice
Some unseen plunge into jagged rocks
But they're not listening to yer moans
Yer vile tongue must taste it all
Only thy shoulders can hear thy screams
Vibrating downward into yer torso
Into a lightless chamber of empty space
The hopeless infinity of putrid earth
The ongoing continuity of breathing bile
The stinging in thine pores
The compressing pressure behind thine eyes
When does a stone reach its end
When shall it crack and crumble to pieces
This tartarus is just a sphere
Floating in some malevolent deity's ulcer
And ye are just undigested supper
Spiced in the elixir of immortality
This shall be thine prison
Language Arts on the HeartThat feeling of whimsiness
Where you flutter and spiral
Two worlds colliding isn’t a game
I speak genuinely and do not want
To ever feel that those emotions
Were never met
NecrocarnecopiaSuch guiltless and mindless apes
Passionless and empty jackanapes
Basking in their calamitous abattoir
With derisive ambition and peignoir
The fleshy surface of the bloodpool mire
Meat stock puppets made into a satire
Insane cancerous cannibals
Parentless and running around as animals
Raping each other's hearts out
Whilst wearing goat horns and pigs snout
What ghastly grinning sociopaths
Dead set on their carbuncle warpaths
The dusk is not a friendly welcome
And eventide is harmlessly so seldom
Gutless emotion arachnid pageantry
Heartbreak like poetically devoid sorcery
Fields of rotten clay covered with mold
Burn your fires like lighthouses in the underworld
I'll congratulate you on your graduation day
Yet mourn for your boar-tusk spear and ghost mask cabaret
The Cygnet Lord And His Reptus ReprisalOrchen infants gnawing and gnashing
Upon maggot-infested goblin ears
Dueling duergar smashing and clashing
Mightier combat drowns away war-fears
A fire-breathing hayman who shall try ensnare
The once astral, rustic, virgin shepherdess
Promising icicle tears in the winter's forswear
The broken brumous-eyed eyre princess
Swan-knights pledging oaths to their castle
The dungeon toad lyrist casting songlets
Upward to the mourning soul of a vassal
Noble squires following their ladies’ ringlets
The cauldron steel and heat birth a fleshy weapon
Growling witch’s seed now the future’s forebear
Of reptus stock, gilded spell, and cannibal’s venison
By broken virgin’s heart, he be the swan-king’s infare
Intersocial TortureTangled, bound up
I'm not the man I used to be
Wrapped up, inside
Screaming from an origin
Nails shot right into me
The tortured, mangled outcast
Nixy Fixy Gox NoxWicker wasp leaflessly imprisoned
Jagged boa semi-circle amethyst
Adamant sparrow whippoorwill twist
Vorticose songbird jailbreaks its own fragile nest
A biblioklept caught red-handed yet dispossessed
Dagger jagger wild anthem strategist
Feather weather wigwag wittol whew
This kind of rime requires tew
Ensconced Betwixt Shadows' AdieuHigh-armor'd knights all in blaze
Corsairs brooding violent Lyonnais
Doppelganger berserkergang blood rite
As a cross-swords marauder-blatherskite
The wretch entombed for deus ex machina
Necrozoic ensipathic, humanoid anima
Acrobatic phantasyst edgewise bespoken
Heliotrope guardsman under and broken
Echo never dimmer
Please be silent please be still
Numb god flesh
Crackled volcanic glass, murk-weather trill
Asphalt pantheon bloodstone hewn
By the emperor's boulder rune
Forgotten TomeForgotten Tome
Spinster's spinning spool
From the bottommost pool
To the heartless peeling lofts
Atrophied webb'd-brain be lost
Inside the distant maze
Outside the spidery haze
Blue jacket, broken spine
Vortices in vertigos unwind
Torn out pages, empty between the covers
Loneliest shortening left with my druthers
Drifting timelessly at sea
Soulless cage, blackened heart, forgotten tome
Spellbound in a fugue is where I roam
Underwater veil, beneath the sheet
Eyelids beneath crysalis, encrusted sleet
Godless peoples locked in a winter's night
Pickpocket prophets turn the cruelest sleight
The digger's ditch enwalled in a solo dance
The softest deathly hush is the duskly trance
Arms bound in this manner
Ageless eye-croft scanner
Is all that I dream a fictional race?
Nightmarish high-life minus the embrace
Time to dieThe time has come
I can't wait any longer
My mind is ready
Ending your life is a must
Tormenting me is all you do
Observe as I kill you
Don't be afraid
It won't hurt much
Every life comes to an end after all
Eyeless JackHello, my name is Eyeless Jack. I believe I missed your name.
Oh, you don't want me to hurt you? Well, isn't that a shame.
You see dear, I'm a cannibal, and you'll be my next feast.
But don't worry, I won't eat all of you. Just your kidneys at the least.
I'll cut you open with my scalpel and expose the sumptuous organs.
If you're lucky, I'll only take one, and you might see the light of day again.
Hush now. Stop your crying. Screaming only makes it hurt more.
Continue like this and I promise you you'll be found dead on the floor.
But should you live, make sure that you remember the blue mask with no eyes,
For those who think they can forget are the morsels who always die.
The First Cut.A drop of blood works its way down,
my wrist like a tear drop.
Similar to when my father gave me both
the first time he came home drunk.
But I loved it.
Now, the blade tangos with the skin on my chest,
the two dancers becoming more intimate,
day by day, slowly moving into newer locations.
They leave behind their trail of work, but I am
their only audience.
But one day, he goes too far,
he pushes her too far and suddenly
They stop dancing.
He lets go.
The stage falls down and stops breathing.
HerobrineHerobrine, here, not to be confused with Steve.
If you're a hater of Minecraft, then you might as well just leave.
My white eyes will bore into you and pierce your very soul.
Crossing my path will lead you to a fate truly foul.
If you're a masochist I'll give you what you need.
I'll chop you up with my diamond sword so you're cut up and bleed.
I'll sneak in through your console if you dare to cross my path.
I'll whack you with my pickaxe until you beg for death.
Maybe I will kill you or make you my digital slave.
Maybe you should have known not to be so naive.
When you're found, your soulless body will be all that's left of you.
You're trapped in Minecraft now and we're not finished till I say we're through.
treasure seekerRule I.
what breathes and moves through the deep, belongs to the deep
you walk and darkness follows
bleeding like rain
of dusty shadows
from the highest ceilings
from their weeping slots
of bone and broken
you walk fast
and yet nothing else
moves in the dark
but that ghastly
of your hopeful
my treasure dreamer
everything is dead
deep under ground
even an echo
even a sigh
did you forget?
do not turn back, treasure seeker
do not turn around
my greedy soul
it's too late
far too late
there is a demon
with eyes like
pits of ember
and he won't let you go
how he laughs
like a fierce hellfire down down
in the deeps
through the underground
where nothing lives
not an echo
and he won't leave you alone
I Can See the Stars They ask me if I'm ready.
I only nod and stand.
Two others hold me steady.
I'm strapped to a metal table.
The straps are tightened so I can't escape,
Of which I'm certainly able.
Suddenly I can see the lights.
My heart is almost giddy.
Soon the other land is in my sights.
I'm wheeled in and almost blinded,
The cotton is placed in my mouth.
In the background, a knob is winded.
A headpiece comes into view,
And is placed on me like a crown.
The pain is soon to come, I know this to be true.
I've prepared myself to fly past mars,
And all too soon the lights go out.
Now I am able to see the stars.
I Speak the LightI speak the Light
To write in gilded ink
Seraphs in my quill
The wings from page to page
They sing the words I write
The shadows turn to ash
Their wings melt away
Whisked into darkness
Pointed ears to horns
And silver locks to fire
These, my child,
Are the ones we smite.
Flight, robbed by rusted shears
I speak the Light
The SpecterThe Specter
A crowd of people
Eyes peering here and there
One shadow advances
The people shout and run away
A specter came
Lovely Is The CheekA whole bunch of suicides
Filling up a pit
We’ll carve out the insides
And try to make it fit
All these bones are from the grind
Invisible man can’t get surgery
Unless the surgeon’s blind
Dungeon has open a butcher’s spree
Skin masks brew open wide
Psychopaths fly like swarming bullets
Hallways to the other side
Guess what they split ripcord pirouettes
It’s what’s comin’
Let’s not forget
Keep my chainsaw runnin’
And make it nice and wet
So when I put it in the bucket
Stronger the filth
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