lunes, 2 de marzo de 2015

You cannot hold me

You cannot hold me.

I am the silent wrath.
The pain unseen.
The dream unending.

I claim a tribute
in ash and maggots,
in sin and shadow,
in flesh and marrow.

I am the rotting maw.
The worm victorious.
The darkness waiting
beyond the edge of time.

You cannot hold me.

viernes, 13 de febrero de 2015

I Hate You

The worm stands victorious upon a field of rotten flesh.
The damned light slowly creeps from beneath the earth.
The sun dies, smothered by a shroud of liquid ashes.
This is the first of the many deaths of you.

Red. Ticking clock. Needles, steel, a surgical blade.
The Soft, the Pale, are opened in a swift burst. Maggots.
Wait. Slowly, everything is dragged outside, and shrivels.

A searing pain within. A struggle against yourself.
You go towards the wavering light in the sky.
And yet. The deep beckons. The air is torn from you.
And then its gone. And then you are gone.

Cold black blood covers the Eye.
Turn around, and look.
Small and slimy, lies your heart. Stab it.
Then you shall be free.

I hate you.

domingo, 1 de febrero de 2015


Brillante aleteo de un metálico arabesco
sobre el terciopelo negro, sobre la noche líquida.
Suave escenario, donde la luz danza inquieta:
Reflejos de ágata y amatista y un espíritu de color incierto.

Abre la boca, traga la mariposa.
Ella lo sabe: petalos de agua y azur, de nuevo un arabesco ondulante.
El camino siempre se abre
A quien tiene miel negra en los ojos
A quien busca la eternidad en la nieve
A quien bebe el ocaso de sus sueños.

Aprende de ellos.

Y buscame.

Donde mueren los veranos
Viviremos para siempre.