DAMNEDA Poem by MuseThe damned. Light here, is a vexation and not allowed. It waits.... for the malaise to ripen the accused; becoming an accessory, within the jaws of suffering. A judgement made marvelous by the slow movements of hell-fire and cirque du soleil.
Evil is calm. All abiding to the spirits of ineffable marveling. No sound of a beating heart. Only confusing words spoken from the book, of a darker art. Picking, peeling apart, the flesh of forgotten dreams. A piracy of ruins; filled with laughing skulls that cannot scream!
sampling every acquired soul. Humanity dissolved by the BEAST; leaving the remnants of hope in a bottomless bowl. It's quivering lip bites at another jowl. Attending devils, just hackle and howl. Etiquette has the pig open wide, consuming all that forgot to wear the settlement. Only the purged gets buried without a face. There's no drop of grace...... no not a trace. © 2014 MuseAuthor's NoteFeatured Review
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