Dicephaly

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In laborious anguish, cries that cracked the earth

window panes which shook with bellowed pains

Remus and Romulus, Abel and Cain given birth

Solomon, split us in twain 

keep the whole, lose the attached brain

I welcome the poison into my life

it knocks and I let it in

and I vomit my guts as they unspool from my mouth

o'er the blade of my knife

soaked in the despair of eternal night that has yet to begin

I embrace the arms of murder, the hold of mutilation

arms of Hades take me away from the journey and to the destination

they whisper and mutter as he passes by there's the one with the open neck

who carries a dead soul on his shoulder

they don't know, those crows, whose lips for feed they peck

as our eyes roll over

A fine upstanding gentleman, my brother himself presents 

with blood reeking on his hands, my brother himself resents

a killer with no intentions, ambitions, no control he does not relent

the finest necromancy combined a whole soul with the partial,

they cut the head off and preserved it in a jar, the baby's skull 

his eyes open, turning in viscous liquids, tracking them wherever they are

an empty vessel for the monger who takes over, the wound beneath the scar

there is a dead man walking, being carried in the chest of an exiled noble

a dead man who longs for rest, who never chose to live

a ghost that haunts this disfigured puppet, strangling on the reins he gives

Now make your flesh dance!

Raise hairs, buds of skin, and a scimitar high!

If you will not discover your past, 

your superstition will be your undoing and you will die

fall upon your sword at last, 

let me out, 

the jar tips over, the baby's head cries

let me out! 

A man seemingly impales himself in a fit of madness

cursed by voices and murderous streaks of violence

he leaves only a stench in the street behind-

though finally, a being cursed to be trapped inside returns to its own mind

only to occupy a severed head that by sick magick managed to survive

and is to this day, millennia later, on a necromancer's shelf, in a jar, being kept alive.