Look at you at the table, gnawing at your fingertips
Drumming your nails against a black porcelain doll
The eyes empty yet loaded with saturnine mist
Insanity and intimacy blended together
A sordid reunion of titanic pain and hatred
Engulfing you now, the chill of darkness
Your fangs growing as you bite into bitterness
A cyclone of perfect disaster
The whole of Tartarus brought home to your mind
Where it was destined long ago to reach
Your sordid beliefs to conquer the divine
You challenge me at your feast,
But I am a fruit of the same tree
From you which you have fallen
To be deceased
In both our eyes the blackness is the same
Which obscured soon as love was in vain
-morningmyst
(http://morningmyst.tumblr.com)
February 10th, 2011 at 1:41 pm
to find someone
taking my side
in this war.
pluto’s army
shall ride
far from heaven’s
love
into the
underworld’s belly
hate shall survive.
-Pluto.