Flickering Husk (Forge my Iron Soul from this Inferno)

Been sickly, but I'm recovering a little bit today at least. Took inspiration from The Light by Disturbed, as well as Forty Six & 2 by TOOL

Heavy metal Armageddon courses through the incorporeal chords of an iron heartbeat, the cables plugged into oblivion,  strumming crimson rhythm of autotuned hallucinations

When I exercise, my demons, they only grow stronger

I’m only cross with those I crucify

Restrained in the dark

Estranged is my heart

Clipped wings the strings of the orchestra in my chest an extraterrestrial ambidexterity imperatively triceratops of apocalyptic ventriloquists that are distancing infinity

Manipulating alliterations that scream guillotines of gears interwoven tears a myriad of cable clad cadavers overthrown mitosis genomes

The edge of my heart is as fragile as glass shards, sharp as a blade, serenaded arrogance an amputation of spirit from the chimera machine raging condensating bloodstained hatred emulated from the sacred revelations of dilapidated afterimages

I'm a basilisk of cataclysms risen from the prison of dread beheading a circumcision’s aneurism

The sun shines on my exoskeleton, bright with the enlightenment of monochrome metronomes singing oblivion, metal devils celebrate malevolence as it emanates from the disgraced forsaken

My euthanasia nomenclature hallucinations are photogenic psychiatric catastrophes cardiovascular Rorschach’s

Patterned with over-exaggerated mavericks who sabotage auditory mitochondria argonauts of diabolical electroconvulsive impulses

These intercontinental evangelicals, their melancholy philosophy a lobotomy’s colonoscopy psychotropic falsehoods impulsive exodus

Microorganisms metamorphosis into solace gone totalitarian

Hysteria megalomaniac rhapsody’s castaways' mayhems constellations contaminated matriarch of immaterial atmospheric tyranny peering through the looking glass

Of refractory zodiacs primordials traffic sociopath of blitzkrieg aftermath intergalactic acolytes with the transmogrified photosynthesized incinerating incandescent biotechnology of incorporeal astrology chronologically divulging symphonic polymerization glazing complacencies in the face of aether machinations

I grow agoraphobia phantasmagorical in the orifices of my corpus, Morpheus, of steel ethereal, cyborg cornucopia, the strands of data eradicated

My iron soul stricken to shapeshifting ellipsis, the totalled exordial the hangman, a doppelgänger of onomatopoeia my skull thick obsidian slithering through prime meridian Olympia of electric epidemic cosmologists of apologist's omniscience 

My forbidden rhythm shivering Yiggdrasil of umbilical silicon the robotic Solomon enthralling mitochondria to the hyperbolic sovereignties

The night left my soul metamorphosized a disciple to hermaphrodite lycanthropes dystopian misanthrope

My flesh shed, withered, deliverance, and the blood ran like a child from a shadow on the wall

And that shadow became I

The child faded into this fire

Inside the tomb of metal sheet, no equilibrium

The chill of a million heartbeats rang like a bell under the church of metallurgy

The defibrillator gave me a head start, have heart, have lunacy, one unity

Become a shell for a bullet, casing this joint for another shot at life on the run

I've been lead astray, on the astral plane of my suffering

Vengeful for Armageddon those who seek a heaven resonating through the steel heart discarded by martyrs disembodied dichotomy walk the path to solitude

Become a light to burn the seconds, kill some time with me

Let the smoke carry the disease like the breeze gleeful

Deceitful ash, kleptomaniac of souls burning internally

The iron soul murmuring bloodcurdling

The steel demonized by the hammer, shaped by it

The shattered need a husk to gather, Amaterasu

Amputated catalysts cadavers turned to satellite slices of life

The asylum violated by the siren of silence, the ringing polygamy of hate

The love of stitching obituaries, tempestuous epilepsies rejecting by the rippers of photosynthesis

Pick the flower from the field, dig for the root, give its flesh to your lover, grow your own form of truth

Because when we all burn, melt to iron, violets, psychic snapdragons ripped from the stem

The little pieces are whole again

In their decomposition

The petals rend infinite, by cremation, bury them, carry the chains that keep us one with life

I want to be free,

Like a flower that was never stepped on by man

Metal sentiment for a skin that has been burning like the wallpaper of a maelstrom

I call home, the iron soul’s inferno

Immortal is Death's resurrection

 

Reincarnated from when Death used to live my existence

Before it became envious of my life, what he couldn't have

And stole me as a trophy

Because no one wins anything in life

One has to take what you can never have

To receive compensation for their greed

To give your all to steal this world

Insanctuary for a sanity of lifespans mangled by humanity

Damned by our division

Crowded crows without vision

Alone in God's grimace, no pity

Souls rotting redefined by cities like grapes on the vine

Smiles and spines, sunshine, pride

Why is this flickering hope so cold inside?

Is the wicker not alight, is the dark still bright?

A husk or scythe, dusk's twilight vice nurtured, deserted by virtue

I want to accept you, but I've called with no reply, I'm out of time

I don't have a message to give, just words reemerging

Should I walk the fine line, or run away from life

I'm so broken, do I cast the die for the last time?

The final rhyme? Murder the tune intertwined?

Open the door to my heart, I don't want to be a husk of a memory

I was never your enemy, just an empty cemetery with a fire forging my spirit

Tired of respite, take back my life

I want to be heard, the sound of mind never turned for the record

Darkness will show me the light, give back my heist, redemption

My tongue has been earned, I give you my word serpentine

Give me another chance, in this alabaster glasshouse

Until death, rustling my last breath like the fallen colours

Decayed mementos of yesterday's sunray

Left me alone and afraid

A shell in a cage, a light flickering in the shade

And the shadow it made

It stepped into my nightmare world

And I realized I was a machine's daydream

Author's Note

I very seldom reply to reviews, but I promise I read EVERY single one. I look forward to my next review, because it helps me learn. Even if it's just one word, I promise, I will be ecstatic to have the chance to hear what you have to say. Whenever you write something about my poems, or the themes of my poems, or criticize me it is not in vain. I will listen, learn and be thankful.

Reviews

[barleygirl]

Our friend Bad Bunny has explained to me at great length his goal of planting ideas in the reader's mind without coming right out & spelling it out. Unfortunately (being straightforward & literal), I'm not always tuned in to this kind of subtlety, but in this poem, I felt it coming at me strongly. Even as my eyes went over your words, which said something quite unlike this, I was (at the same time) feeling how it felt to be a bright sparkling child who was royally destroyed by constant sexual abuse, all thru life, one's sparkling essence draining away, completely misunderstanding what was f*****g me up so much, & then finally later in life, in the autumn of life, I re-capture my childlike essence, which is how I started to recognize how badly fucked up most of my essence has been thru-out my entire life. I'm not saying this as a tragic story, but rather a celebration of the buoyancy of the human spirit against all manner of stifling s**t! Thank you for this realization of where my journey is lately traversing! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

I'm glad you were able to find yourself and overcome your burden. I too have had to come to grips with pain and suffering. It is a beautiful thing to take that and crush it under your feet. Or even simply accept it, and heal.

[wordman]

i believe edgar allen poe has reincarnated in you

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

Thank you wordman! :)

[wordman]

you`re welcome

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I am just glad, you're recovering. This is a nice poem but according to me as compared to your recently written poems, I expected this to be even better, maybe you're still working on this so not much to say about. I don't know why it looks a little unclear and incomplete, maybe it is lacking something that you can make out.
Don't worry I am quiet certain you can do better in fact who know if you come out with a wonderful poem and I can't help myself say "It's awesome!" so...
Keep writing, Good Luck!

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

I'll try to fix this up then, thanks for your input.

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It's not a machine that you have to fix it, it's like a beautiful art that you have to make it more fine, beautify it. :) I know it's going to be awesome.