Ouroboros (World Eater)A Poem by R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)I finally finished this poem. Although I may come back to edit it. Don't necessarily need to read this in order. These stanzas are only loosely connected. It took a lot of hard work, I hope you enjoy!Incorporeal Punishment God is a heavy crossbreed to bare The karma to live in shadow of the light And pray upon the living As we sing gospels of the dead Darkness bioluminescent with our relentless sin Awakened to the nightmare within Enlightenment by nightshade’s leviathan Saints of divination play the game And gamble halos Writing the word of God in braille To touch the hearts of angel’s Feeling for Elysium Signing their lives on asylums walls Awaiting betrayal in the aeons of Salem scrawled Eldritch zealots of melancholic dance Waltz, take fate into your own hands Grasping at straws is how your future hangs in the balance Of a grey morning’s incorporeal punishment Howling at the clouds with a palette for malice's ballad Body Baggage
Forgiveness is a fickle scythe not to live by A scream for lungs that still breathe When only silence answers that melodic Holocaust Roll the dice with your poltergeist The malachite scythe of inherited interrogation of reincarnation The pale aegises your only alias Alone in the kaleidoscope of raindrops Ragnarok on the windows of incendiary Elysium Alone in the crowd of skeletons that lived Inside your broken home of shattered plates and dreams Inside your sickness, still you breathe A prisoner of fate’s lackadaisical masquerade of dilapidation, The masonry of our cruel nature Built like a terra-cotta mausoleum of ambrosial psychosis Of infernal otherworldly metallurgy like maleficent necrosis Host to comatose ambrosia's chlorophyll metamorphosis The nectar of pestilence drenched In requiem’s sepulchral of skeletal Nephilim I don’t know when to draw the silver-lining sometimes There are no hearts of gold to retrace in the silence The devil doesn’t want flesh I smile when I bare my teeth Like a burden, I haven’t yet paid off Face for word, single file I have written so many dead truths of growing lies to hang by I am the hole in the heartless varicose sky of vines called a sunrise I flower from the graves of angels And am only as dark as my shadow My doppelgänger companion My lifelong servant Who sleeps forever In the world I left behind, A long time ago And now, I only cast my shadow Aside, like a memento of the inferno With the body baggage of my memories The weight I carry with me To the nearest sanctuary My shadow Follows me Haunted by what has been, clinging to what could be Chaotic ensembles the path a forked tongue Seeking guidance to the gallows Of a foul hallelujah Grey Morning Malice salivating archangels Archaic immunization of the sickness that grows From the crossroads of my esophagus The words that crawl from the bunkers of my lungs With the lingering will of blitzkrieg To dive into the divide’s riveting rivers of sinew Dying sinners of rhythms splintered incubus Who rolled in their graves with the hands of fate The nightmare-edge no rest for the wicked Facing their demons, a shadow of what they once were Retracing the tracks we left behind, the road not taken That path is mine Wrath serpentine the eye of a needle gone blind Stings this pincushion heart of spite The strings of oblivions ventriloquist Diablo’s smile, ravaged by alabaster baggage of avaricious sight Your view so warped seen eye to eye But blight of darkness clouds your enlightened mind Awakening to bare the child's scythe Photosynthesis of umbilical night Dreamcatchers of our own rapture The disease of fear in my metallic mirror The demon's peering on the otherside, my overseers they
smile wide The rigour mortise of an incorporeal orphanage Outgrowing Decay And I wear my noose like a crucifix For those who crossed me don't know what it means To bleed dry and smoulder raking the coals of the sun This is my phosphorescent Armageddon My limelight unto the abyss beyond my fire That empty place where we go to feel fulfilled That limbo is the body baggage of mine alone Sit in the abyssal missive of a fallen throne The hallowed tones of my hollow bones Apostle to diabolic straw-men dangling in damnation Entangled in the trancelike heartbeat intangible strands Of our own hatred's foundation The Ouroboros, chorus of an orchestra's metamorphosis The clockwork octaves provocative opera's of the chaotic Sovereignty's carving of auburn lobotomies disarming solace Archangels of darkness polymerization The alabaster rhapsodies in a carnival of reincarnations ensemble Vagabond gospels parting cease Trust not but your own beliefs Bequeath the heartbeat of our psalms Spirits of lyricisms imprisoned after dawn Follow not the flower of the mourning star For his sorrow's snark may quip to rip thy budding world apart The eclipse of those who brought down his wrath The crucifix of sky and heaven, in earths’ blood will bask To masquerade the glaciers of the soul And leave not one man left standing whole Beseeching grim reapers, sunseekers, gatekeeper And maim the leeches that bite the secondhand time may feed us Roll the dice with your poltergeist Moonshine spun unto the sun, the emblem of bellows, my crescendo The Kalpa's Outcasts
Forgiveness is a fickle scythe not to live by A quiet unsired silence for the vice of forever closing eyelids Alone, scattered among the lungs that still breathe When the only answer is unquestioned This pestilential dance of resurrection Disembodied hearts of cornucopia form To break apart is to be born Forgive the ones who came before You must also, fight their wars But it is not such a curse Planewalkers stalking this apocalypse light your hearth Scouring the palette of callused aurora borealis eternity’s verse Madmen of shadows gone berserk Perch by steeple of thine church Only the gallows of paladins folding origami crows to serve Brushstrokes of burgundy churning a purgatory haunt your birth Leave not a stone left unturned upon this earth The bones and bricks to build amaryllis acrylics From monochrome dirt A dead man's village Fleeting Dreams (of Those Unforgiven By Ash)
Forgiveness is a fickle scythe not to live by Until you see death’s bride with your own eyes And ride for those you’ve fallen for Fly your flag of rippling gore The only time you’ll ever soar Unholy rhyme, revenant of morgues King of forlorn horrors, bound to your crown of gallows’ thorns Upon Dante’s renaissance, your head of horns Never victorious, the moral of your story is You will never reach the heavens Resurrection seeped in vengeance To be the one upon the throne But you will always be alone To rule you must live by a code your own Sharpening darkness, your heart a stepping stone For the next dead sun for us to morn The talons of Valhalla’s crawling eldritch Valkyries Armadas of belladonna, amalgamated retaliation Every little nation, obliterated by hatred An elevator, reaching from purgatory into the infinite limbo Sign your life away, read between the lines you imprisoned your insignia in The ending, finally, hesitantly begins In Elysium the prism of oblivion’s sin Kindling insidious ludicrous illuminant Stygian chrysalis a mimicry of polycrystalline symphonies Of scintillating obsidian visionaries of omnipotence Forgiveness isn’t something you can reap Even still, the shadows, creep The mothers weep The angel’s of Salems' deep spite Walk to staircase’s railings and take flight To ashen wreaths, the frail mayhem, ripe There is a nothingness fading, you cannot keep Unravelling faceless the reigns of teeth Forgive the fragile cataclysms, the regal fiends We can only be A fleeting dream
© 2020 R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)Author's Note
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4 Reviews Added on April 5, 2020 Last Updated on April 7, 2020 Tags: body, baggage, ouroboros, grey, morning, outgrowing, decay, the, kalpa's, outcasts, incorporeal, punishment AuthorR.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)Burlington, Halton, CanadaAboutMost of my poems can be differing lengths depending on the time you want to spend reading them. You can avoid reading anything brackets, or read it all. If you want an in-between, you can read only th.. more..WritingRelated WritingPeople who liked this story also liked..
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