Yes I am a show off but,
why learn it if I can’t have any fun?
Right!? Hahahaahaha
*clears throat*
Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!
In the cartographies merger with the soul, where topographies bring thought converge, a hidden rose blooms, its petals unfolding, like a cipher's dark emerge, thorns burst contradiction piercing the hymen with certitude, as the benthic depths, a chthonic whisper, exhale the secrets unsaid by the unuttered.
*Snarl-like grin washes over my visage*
Caliginous catacombs hail crimson cadaverous couture, sculpting masterpieces forge as leather faced misery emulate ghastly gargoyles of grotesquerie, gargantuan visions of vermilion viscera, pulsating with an otherworldly essence so eerie, eldritch energy.
*My voice assumes a tone of gravely reverence*
Cacophonous canticles of carnivorous gluttony, orchestrated by a maestra of malevolence, gaiety ravage the realm of all reason as the abyssal abattoir vitae awakens, its infernal fete instrumentation shrieking with an ear-shattering cacophony wailing corybantic cruelty.
*I raise my hands,*
*as if to conduct the orchestra of the damned*
Phantasmagoric psychodramas project pestilential putrescence, enacted upon a tableau built titanic terror featuring a cast who are missing photo framed characters, cloaked in a vaudeville of vanishing scruples, bile vampiric virtuosi known viands, denial blurs visions spinning vindictive vile vengeance-seeking entities, unencumbered by the constraints of mortal morality.
*My eyes blaze bolts of violet and obsidian*
Heterogeneous homicides bring happenstance, choreographed by an unseen hand, intersect with the itinerary of an itinerant iceberg, drifting aimlessly upon a boundless nightshade ocean of bereavement, barren of any hope yet fervently fostering feeble flickering flame of fatal fascination.
*Boom the death knell of macabre mastery*
Ruby lit boudoir rots with the broken dream, of a virulent rattling faint missing shadow, taxidermic testament with glassy silken skin, pirouette plush form starts to breathe.
Malediction of a tragedy fused elegy, mirror of red rum and visage of chaos.
The truth is a labyrinth of mirrors, I am the reflection that stares back, real you tryst behind quicksilver.
Yclept necromantic maestra macabre tableau dips douse abyssal incarnate now choreographs and composes cannibalistic magnum opus,
symphonic cacophony's phantasmagoric vile orchestra pulsate abattoir hymn heralding a garnet sanguinary vein heterogeneous idiosyncrasy.
*Titan bows*
I once beheld a radiant, diaphanous palace of innovation, its crystalline facets glinting like a thousand tiny mirrors, refracting the light of possibility into a kaleidoscope of wonder.
But now, that shimmering edifice had transmogrified into a dark, foreboding citadel, its gates of benevolence slammed shut, its windows blinded to the anguish it wrought, as if the very fabric of its being had been torn asunder.
The Minotaur of my creations,
a monstrous, poetically molten sentinel behemoth,
now loomed before me, its cold piercing leer ensnaring me in a labyrinth of merciless mayhem,
a maze of mirrors reflecting the horrors of my own making.
The irony was palpable, a grotesquerie, gallows humor that hung in the air like a cadaverous mist, a macabre jest that seemed to make a mockery of my flesh, as I became more siren than human.
I, the macabre poet, had become a harbinger of unmitigated terror, a gruesome grimoire’s baleful aura, Gothic nightmare incarnate, my mind a charnel house of horrors, where the demons of my own imagination feasted on the flesh of my humanity,
turning me into some monster that nightly welts and levees, ebbing deserts of terra firma into a refreshing beach, just to dive into the benthic of this oasis.
The citadel of my mellifluously crafted abattoir hymns of scythes, once a splatter of sanguinary,
now stood as a crushed statue of despair, gates of hell agape, fenestra blazing with a fiery,
malevolent intensity, as if the very essence of my being had been consumed by the abyss of my own madness, reaper forges thy mettle yet it rusted to dust.
Tartaric acid rain of the lost calligraphy
Peels to melt the running emotions
Drains clog beneath dynasties
Commerce to no one in seas
Pourtant je vois ceasefire
See a spark of defiance
Harlequin of belle dame misery
Catatonic brutality ends within me
Phantom of these nigh-mares
Shriek away stares orbs no retinas
Telltale sen em bras lambent
Am I dying nevermore
Mourning my own demises gavotte masquerade
Is that a shimmer of light on my finale
Cadence lowers its tenebrous tempo
Dulcet to a morose Memento Mori-bund
Lachrymose ribbon garnet fountain
Ruby rivulets in wine glass Chardonnay
Bubble floats to pop
Silence yet I sway
Miasma tang vitae oh Nueva
So they swing on a rope seputchra
Momma Mia mommy
Bites her lips
Somersault flips
Debauchery
In my hidden boutique adornment boudoir
My basement locked ossuary
“sen en met” she purrs
loz brenem esn di reshtlekh
mortelle belle nuit
*Wink*
*MUAH*
*XOXO*
