conceived on twisted coital sheets
of lies…It begins
Slowly…
carried on…a heavy gravid
itch unrelenting,
becoming…restless, sleepless
growing…uncontrollable
in An abandonment of self
brought to full term…
as a raging monster…
a force of nature without conscience
Reborn…again and again
from seeds of despair
Quickening in a season of ignorance
Realized in a harvest of hatred
Dark, deeply, deepening, unleashed…
as a song in my head crescendos
An anvil chorus…of thunder
Ringing loud, and louder yet…
a rhythm section backing up…
a melody of banshee screaming
madness…Crushing my spirit,
Compacting it into a…Singularity
hidden behind a gentle face
Ready to explode…
imagine a supernova of the soul
for…darkness is my dwelling desire