^ Nice. I hate when X-mas shite is displayed on TV and in public BEFORE Halloween. Incredibly annoying, indeed.
Here's a couple for ya, some horror poetry!
(Work in progress #1)
I can't spend another night in this radioactive town
Wandering this hotel's abandoned rooms
Making love to the many green succubi of this hateful harem
Washed in the mechanical-recycle disruptions of charnel-house after charnel-house
Reaking in pollution emitted from the tailpipe of the Commissioner's car
A corpse upon the ground, rotting, its teeth split wide on the wretched pavement
Of the city as its lights dim at curfew hour for the meek to retreat to their
humble under-the-sea abodes, locked, dark, silent.
Awake! Crazy fiends of night unleash upon the city streets shattering the lights and begging, craving for lust and cold meals death deals and drugs.
Wanton are we to these pitiful scenes of corruption and grotesquery unleashed.
Faces of madmen that jump and morph within the tall slanting streetlights and behind the shadows of rustic garbage bins and towering, fat brick buildings accompanied by the faintly distant sounds of swing, of Jazz, of clatter, of roar, of a party for the dead to sink their teeth in.
Thus begins its reign at midnight stopping dead at dawn. Crazy vampire hobos
laughing and hiding in dusty dark corners of city sewage caverns upon the comfort of rotting, dense, moist, maggot-consumed Earth.
This time and space coordinate recycles endlessly in its own desperation and horror.
Night gives to day, and day to night in cycles of enclosed tyranny oppressed on the poor and the townsfolk of justified superstition.
The sunshine in between these shifts in consciousness are of little compensation for the good, for they live in fear of being caught, helpless, squirming under the toes of giant leaping things and between the fleeting transition of love-light to evil-dark, of good-will to evil drug heroin revenge, and of precarious life to sudden black death.
Your time will soon come
In volatile defile of your soul
Blackened and beaten down to the Earth ground
By the echoing screams of your lost friends
Crying out in the pitch black darkness of the End.
Ragged claws reach out from the infinite depths of space
Penetrating the walls of your fragile mind
Grasping at the mush and goo of your fears
Disconnecting the neurons, ripping the synapses &
Warping your ability to feel what you once valued and felt as real &
Now in the darkest deep comes for you a final restless sleep.
Tossing and turning in the hot coals of an immaterial fault line.
Corruption in a muddy running heart -mind
A Dead deer-priestess sings you a mocking eulogy
She wears the crown you were never destined to bare
While dead & dropped flowers pollute a stony grave
Under which no one is buried
Where your dust and ashes are no where to be blown
Instead your remains be left carelessly thrown, floating in space, eternally in torment
In a volatile swampy sickness
Vomiting inarticulate words of misery
Helpless to the impersonal void of no-thought
Wretched you are in this cold black hole, the dark night of soul, forever
Sipping the foul gaseous graves of the dead eternally with the cracked, cold, and bleeding lips
of a fallen saint.