Half a human
Half a darkness animate
In fear of itself
Depletes itself
In corners of the mind
In torture chambers
Of the heart
Half a monster
With a face grotesque
Despising itself
And the ones around
Skull is swollen
Worm-like thoughts
Chip away at reason
Half a shadow
Behind the tired eyes
A fractured mirror
Reflects the soul
Distorts humanity
Never nurtured
As worth having
Half a person
Body functions without feeling
Half a spectre
Not of this world
Anguish dissipates
Into the confusion
Of chasms within
In this barren wasteland
A naked body on the ground
Under the red sun
It is scorched and hurting
In this world of silence
Poisons rule the atmosphere
In this thorny prison
Animals have died insane
There is but the willows
With fingers growing fear
With their faces haunted
With roots never satiated
Like a snake deformed
The body slowly crawls
Like a nightmare I persist
In its isolated mind
In this land of no control
It roams without a purpose
It feasts on its own flesh
It stimulates my nerves
Perceiving nothing
the mourning
is vigorous
in silence
last night
we slept
beneath the cold thorns
risen
to stand
within
the holy remnants
of the obliterated
in silence
slept the cold thorns
as with all things infectious
we hum the echo
of blood
with what was once
our heart
we think we can see
with what once were
our eyes
can you feel the stars radiate?
can you hear them scream?
giving voice
to the song
of the distraught
this is
the forever darkness
this is where we belong
in silence
weeping beneath the cold thorns
once was a very long time ago
Children of the 2nd Mourning: The Epitaph by Odin-the-Allfather, literature
Literature
Children of the 2nd Mourning: The Epitaph
Once, long ago, in an age that has yet to be,
one young girl fell in love with another.
But, innocence and sweet dreams,
could not dispel the darkness,
that had drawn them together.
So she shared with that girl,
part of her body and soul.
They now were of two minds and two bodies,
their souls, however, were forever entwined as one.
Alas they were, but flickering candles in the night,
and the winds of ill still blew about them.
What they were, should have never been.
Once they were, they should have never been apart.
Fractured
Stained pieces of glass
Reflections
Of things that could be
Realised
Opposing possibilities
Their conflicts
Their war in my blood
Parallel
Universes of the mind
Swirling
Hurricanes of galaxies
Existence
Drips to singularity
Swallowing
The remnants of sanity
Fractured
Reflections distorted
The truth
Lost in complexity
the city burned
in our eyes
while a masquerade
of dead stars
ignited a ravished sky
throughout a world
of waste and complexity
we bled profusely
she and I
under a hollow moon
that screamed like a razor
down my spine
while my heart asked
“Were you really ready to die?”
and still the city burned
right before my eyes
In darkness I am immersed.
I can see no future.
I shall find no joyous path.
Thus I have been cursed.
In silence I now stand.
I can hear no hope.
I shall heed no happy promise.
From this have I been banned.
Upon the wind there is no scent.
I can smell no victory.
I shall breathe no fortunate windfall.
Upon that fate I lament.
Upon my lips there is no taste.
I can receive no nourishment.
I shall savor no spice of life.
So it is, that I shall waste.
My hear is frozen, my body numb.
I can feel no soothing warmth.
I shall perceive no passionate caress.
To the frigid apathy I succumb.
These senses I have lost,
for that was the price of love.
Understand
What the nature gives you
Peacefully
Breathe in all its shards
Look deep
Beneath the events
Containing you
Letting you exist
You depend
On all around you
Freedom is
Your greatest illusion
Recognize
Boundaries of this system
The cogs of reality
Ticking of the unknown
Comprehend
What’s beyond consciousness
The world as it is
Running its own course