Behind My Lids

by Nix   Sep 30, 2008

Gods smell on death,
gods smell on death,
stones mourn while gods smell...
smell... smell on death.
Depression is the mother and the queen
of the underground anarchy.
With knees through the pegs,
with knees through the pegs,
with knees through the pegs
we kneel on three eyed tongues of the gods.

Cerberuses are the candles-
monumental shrine, a welkin, expires.
Deities whisper metropolises
and die on the baneful pupils.

I see the white Devil,
he is armored bearer
of my mementos
which were synchronized by the anguish
and damaged by the time.

Sun is fading away, moistened with ghosts,
moisture burgeons
-fog absorbs moths of death-
moisture burgeons
-Satan burns on adapted papers, which snakes licked-
moisture burgeons from broken fingers of eight-handed passer-bys,
and maturity becomes the god.

Although, what is the difference between the god and the pain?
Like headless butterfly which immersed
its wings into barrier built from fanciful delusions,
we excrete wax, once... twice...
...until evolution becomes another
shape of sound signal,
message written in the blood.
And I scream north constellations
with fifty five crosses
pierced through the tongue and with the one
astride owl in the throat .

(Aren't Heresy and the Conscience one?)

Daylight exfoliates paper from paper!
Between the crypts embraced with flames
and edges of questions which apparitions of self-destructive scars
asked the system,
one and only, our Goddess, Lobotomy, woke.


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  • 14 years ago

    by GretaInsideOut

    I think I would appreciate this more if I heard it sung to music. It is obviously an emotion charged piece and it would be even more powerful to a tune.
    Keep writing, Greta.

  • 14 years ago

    by tigerdan

    Very creative way of word usage. ;)

  • 14 years ago

    by NeferNoir

    A delightful read.You captured my attention and my imagination here.The words chosen and the way you potray your thoughts and your emotions is really in depth.I admire the way you extract such images and write them with such intensity.I will still be mulling over this poem over and over again, trying to decipher the mystery in this poem.

    I couldn't ask for a better dark poem than this.

  • 14 years ago

    by Nobodys Hero

    A very dark yet awesome poem =]
    It gave me the chills while I was reading it and I thought it flowed perfectly. I also really thought the repitition of words at the begining was brilliant, wicked job ^^

  • Wow so dark.
    The flow of this poem is so different form others that i have read..
    i like the way some of the lines repeat.
    it give the whole poem a better flow...
    and i also like the way you use the metaphor of god and the devil to describe the this life and it's society.. well at least that's what i got from reading your poem. if i'm wrong go ahead and correct me. =D

    keep writting you have so much talent!!