Dark Liquor

Insights.

There in the wellspring of cups

was the scythed orgasm,

the alighted waters

screaming to him, wanderer,

the torturous delights of the gods

should be abated.

Severed and removed were

the oiled fingers clogging his veins

of despair and of loathing

and of disease rush

that made the a-ticking gold

to coal.

Doubt came then,

avarice of the suffering

dripping in the pain-laughter,

setting emblazoned peace

to smolder, and finally,

to die.

Author's Note

Picture credit: http://thorcx.deviantart.com/art/A-Lack-of-Confidence-102328851

Reviews

[caesarkreshen]

Nice. Whereugo?

"was the scythed orgasm,
the alighted waters
screaming to him, wanderer,
the torturous delights of the gods
should be abated."

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[Kenneth The Poet]

Stark, beautifully stark. A man who knows how to use intelligent words and themes of darkness in a far-from-trite manner. I like this one.