The wind whips crystalline-shadows
into demonic sighs,
as the marrow of madness....seeps
from bones cracked by the fury of utter damnation.
A trail of drooling undead sorrows
leaves a stain of spew,
a smear of bloody bubbling froth,
forever tainting the purity of stillborn innocence.
Time stalks the earth heedless
of dragging talon claws.
Scoring furrows of darkness rip through demented dreams.
Sleep no more forever love
there is no rest in sleep,
for sleep itself is a howling agony;
a prelude to dead unseeming.
Cold lacerations of bluing flesh burn pain vividly in colors black.
Motes of death
blotch glazing eyes.
Dreams are madness
the phantasmagoria of dementia filled with fragmentary delusions.
of the eternal
upon captive minds.
Souls of sacrifice revel in red torment.
Vengeance seeks company in a moldering grave.
Faith in the myth-born unreality of visions
dissolves once more
into the hellish older certainties that the abyss is real,
have always strolled the earth disguised as men.
The wolves howl, as the bats skitter.
Ravens pluck juicy tidbits of flesh from veiled eyes.
Darkness rules the earth.
Men wish they were blind.
The air grows thin. The sky is changing color.
here where it is always cold
here where demons cower in fear
the path of insanity ends
the path ends
but here is where real insanity begins.