Temples

forgotten…

dilapidated…

unwanted…

unneeded…

i was once used…

to shelter a people…

wherein they went about their business…

from which they built their cities…

and expanded their civilizations away from me…

they have gone their way…

having fallen…

what lives i once housed…

what minds once beheld me…

are lost now in time…

yet i remain…

a shelter to phantoms and memories…

evocative…

provocative…

dark…

haunting…

more alive then i was to them…

these damp walls…

my earthly sent…

my crawling darkness…

my cold silence…

wherein your thoughts and fears echos…

here, in me is your atonement…

atonement with Living Darkness…

let then burn, your myrrh and incense of mars…

and take your place among the shadows.

-Chloe 352

120 yf; 3 days after the Ides of April

352

Snuff

Women like you are all the same;

You told me that I’m paranoid, possibly insane.

That there’s no one else, he’s just a friend;

Just so that I couldn’t hurt you both in the end.

Behind that facade of beauty, I see who you really are inside;

That ugliness, that brutal desire that you failed to hide.

The burden is getting heavier, this burden of misery;

Now is the time to take you both with me.

“Three dead in love triangle” on the front page,

The result of the pain that everyone labels as rage.

The gun is in my waistband, I now take my leave;

To untangle this web that we have weaved…

Erosion

This life, as long as I could share it all with you, rain or shine.

The beginning, in between, until the end of time.

Yet all that shines turns to rust;

All that stands in time turns to dust.

Still in love with everything about you,

Feeling the wreckage from everything you do.

I’m still here through another empty day;

Hoping this burden will somehow drift away.

The son of rejection held to the light;

In this life feeling dead inside.

Only now, you’re dead like me;

And from my cold fingers you long to be free.

My father left me with a void in my soul,

You leave me with words and a stare so cold.

The converging emptiness I try to take;

All alone I seem to break…

Closedown

In a dream that I had last night;

You turned around and ran to me.

I woke up and I’m alone,

As I have been for months.

I look out my window;

But you aren’t there.

I squint even in the moonlight,

and your silhouette never appears…

I can only dream, can’t I?

You’re still tattered on my sleeve;

My heart has room for no one else…

Valedicto

Dawn arrived and the river was frigid.

I knelt before the Obsidian blade

The Baphomet, the Diabolus.

I traced an inverted pentagram over the knife.

From the Nexion in the sky, a nebulous Chaos

Engulfing the blade and then my soon to be empty vessel

‘Ad Satanas qui luetificat juventulem meam’

My journal of the Dark Immortal with entries of going beyond

The final victim would provide me solace

I am only helping to improve the human stock 

I undertake the rite of the final stage;

My journey ends by my own hand.

Undertow

I’m being taken under.

I can’t move, I can’t breathe.

I think of the past glories and conquests

A life that was once lived and now forever lost.

I wish for death but only receive eternal suffocation.

There’s no solace or respite, only sorrow and hatred.

Lithium

She was light and Darkness simultaneously;

Beyond opposites, I was captivated nonetheless.

Her almost jade-like eyes and almost obsidian black hair,

The intoxicating scent that followed her.

She became the muse for my work;

The paint seemed to kiss the surface of the canvas.

 She showed me things, things that my mind wasn’t ready for;

 A place of Darkness where “They” existed,

An almost nightmarish landscape to the untrained eye,

A haven for the enlightened.

Yet my new knowledge made my dreams

and my edge of consciousness become “haunted.”

It was said that my “Darkly beautiful” creations become renderings

That only the insane could create or comprehend.

 This Dark New Day enlightened me…

Yet it drove me mad

and I was committed

With others that society deemed sociopathic…

Still she comes to me at night…

In dreams;

My immortal…

Gematria

Her first sexual union was with me.

I walked her into the engulfing Darkness;

The Darkness that would resonate and remain with her.

She thought that ours would be a love

To stand the test of time, to be ‘forever.’

There was much laughter, even moreso than the tears.

I felt the best of myself emerge when in her presence.

In time she outgrew me, almost outgrowing herself.

She left me, her newly lifeless eyes reflecting her cold soul.

That was almost eight years ago;

The curse that she had placed upon me was never to move on

And to not stop thinking of her…

Her essence remains in the places that we used to walk;

Her face is still clear in my mind.

I can still remember the way she’d  taste.

My mind would sometimes drift away someplace far,

But would always return to her…

Widow

The sky opened up as she walked through the grass.

She stood by my grave and left a rose in the rain…

I had not laid eyes on her in years

So many things left undone, much left unsaid.

The black swans swam in the pond adjacent to my resting place;

Singing songs of longing and the past…

Tears stung her face as she touched my grave marker

She had sought comfort from another man

And would be seeing me with less frequency.

She said she would always love me…

My widow…

Wyrd

Standing against the Sky of Fire

The background of destroyed landscapes

And black hills

The fulfillment of Wyrd after Aeons…

Of Destiny, individual and collective.

Of manifesting by living the Septenary Way

The Change occured through adversity;

Through strife and suffering and death.

The finding of the Aeon of Fire,

The pinnacle of the new Dark Imperium.