hell

Sheol’s Rain

Break through the shallowsAnd the ruins Ancient runes call your name and Call you home Behemoth Son of the fiendBut your feet are tired from wandering and IHave a spot on my old couchYou keep me up lateSharing stories of the bristling Leviathan As we remember our days In hell

WD 111 “Mist-Taking”

Prose from the journal of The Guardian Fog. Perish the thought of future glories, dreams of self denial. The streets are empty at this time of night, so what’s the purpose of interpersonal reflection, though I am—reflected in four separate puddles of fresh water. Jackson is a ghost town, a fake city built to defyContinue reading “WD 111 “Mist-Taking””

WD 69 “Hell is Money”

A poem inspired by the Muse of Cold Earth Hell is Money River styx A distraction from the flow of responsibility which Beats against my shattered shores I consider the time I have left The twitching of my fingers and the drum that commands the rhythm of my blood But the damned are all aliveContinue reading “WD 69 “Hell is Money””

Weird Dreams 24 “So Always to the Wise”

A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth So Always to the Wise Scorned by association Asphyxiation by way of the lover’s fangs Paints a steamy picture, and makes the mona-lisa whole, sans one throat, an idea of a man, and the blessings they take away from those who transgress against Urizen. I wasContinue reading “Weird Dreams 24 “So Always to the Wise””

Weird Dreams 22 “Worth Dying Once or Twice”

A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth Worth Dying Once or Twice Apostate of apostasy, an apostasis The kernels all shriveled in the heat of the reaper’s threshing knife, an apostle of apocalypse And they are, and we were- Dust in the wind All we are is Water and protein, mixed and muddledContinue reading “Weird Dreams 22 “Worth Dying Once or Twice””