The Womb of Pandemonium Whispering the Echoes of Life

Surreal poetry

Darkness began to swell

As light faded down the hill.

The eyes stared into mist

Down through the hearts of Men

Which was a long time before being condemned,

Watching serpentine-shaped lips

Lap up dark puddles of sin.

There were no vacancies for those

Lost amongst gray souls,

Abandoning the flesh, the prison;

Astral body covered in holes.

Chaos blesses to remain bold

While plunging face into the silver waters;

The shadowed aura of crows.

Now raise the eyeless palms

And witness there’s no God to behold.

Author's Note

Eh...not too sure I like the title...but oh well.

Reviews

[Abysmal Savant]

you may not care for the title but that was the reason i came to this page, i dig it. this was my favorite line: "Watching serpentine-shaped lips Lap up dark puddles of sin." that can be masticated on. this is pretty cool right here.