Downfall

I little piece I made when I wasn't able to write well. Can't say I'm happy with it.

Downfall

Dawn-falls feathers of ebony Armageddon

My arteries are chains, and I’m caked my own downfall, mishappen

Unlike their painted faces, erasure

Complacent to the mayhem of a frayed daydream

Empty paperclip borderline gemini dropping flies like spitfires flatlining

Catapulted winter solstice rigour mortis chloroforming aurora borealis

The amalgamated Valkyries flaying gradient revelations

Of the ancient glaciers that thawed in the eons of the dominatrix

Agathions disgraced by the godless immortal soul

Without eternal love for the ethereal cerebral frequencies

Mountain-peaking through the skyscrapers hallucinations

Of man holding God broken in his glass palace polyphonic glossolalia hands

As if it was our right to remake the heavens in our name

And call ourselves gods

Raging Ragnarok Rorschach’s against the machine we built in denial

Of our impure humanity

Scarring the armada of our sin

Graffitiing our image across the earth

Building over the birthmarks

Tattooing the universe another shade of grey

Industrializing existence

And the people, they are flowing through my veins though I do not bleed

Because I am not greedy; or wasteful for a hatred that was not earned on this earth

And I will not pour myself out until the words run dry

Only then will I be sated

When the last flush of green burns the dirt violet, vermillion, sanguine

The city crawling under our skinheads

Maybe I will be born again; a better man

Author's Note

I promise I read every single review, and I generally will reply to them. I look forward to my next review, because it helps me learn. Even if it's just one word, I promise, I will be happy to hear anything you feel needs sharing. Whenever you write on my shortcomings or breakthroughs, or the themes of my poems, or share ideas and friendly criticism, it decides my next poem to an extent. I will listen, learn and be thankful. And 99% of the time, you'll get a reply unless you're trolling me.

Reviews

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This was certainly made on purpose... I don't know but I feel this true for another reason. I'm feeling the same way and even caged right now. You poems are always one of my favorites. I like to read this genre only from you otherwise I don't like mine ones written this way. There's something wonderfully unique about your style.
One of those recommended write back to me that it's Gore but I don't believe it, it doesn't fits here... People don't have the guts to see the truth, and so truth creeps them away.
Anyways Good luck!