Raiding the skies for your ghostly light,
this twitching beserker wakes the Abyss
where all gates have gone to sleep.
Somewhere in this cradle of filth,
the rays of a sun reversed have injected me
with the venom of being.
Somewhere in this white darkness
burns the heart of a beast
whose claws’ only dream is to tear
all conception of idiocy.
Where are you!
You have left me here,
where the stars are the cause
of their own suffering.
Where are you?
How long will you hide from me
and deny me the medicine
of your silver anatomy?
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Look, beloved, into the tidal string.
Thou hast forgot my image in no-time,
where all breaths breathe one memory!
Despair not, beloved.
Come with me into the new soil of being.
Plow the Earth with thy fanged fingertips,
and fertilize me with the might of cavernous conquering.
Sink three swords into the dirt,
and hold onto one as thy rest is confirmed.
The Nocturnal Versifier 