D.E. Bartley Scifi sunday's with the Hipriestess

Putrefaction

I’m addicted to
the ebony decay
of a dead rose
Turning from
the iridescent
on to this path I chose

Littered with hopelessness
and crimson words
of shattered love
As the black vultures
gaze solemnly
from the gnarled trees above

Awaiting the end
of my dark
and vengeful delight
A flock of demons
to carry me
swiftly into the night

Far from crystal waters
and my home
of harmonic love
Into the fiery depths
of an unjustifiable
diabolic-ever after……

I’m not coming back no more

Been here since the beginning of time
a desolate soul roaming the earth
my royalty clothed in dna
since the moment of my birth

old souls collected along the way
begging for eternal release
to finally sleep uninterrupted
for heaven is a moment of peace

another day beckons the morning dew
tattered souls cry out in repressed sorrow
“the sodomite” has once again returned
to feast upon the dead of tomorrow….

Descent

In my deepest darkest descent, I fell
Barreling down through the bowels of hell
Scathed and pierced by bramble and briar,
into eternal damnation and fire.

There, I was confronted by the Beast,
seated at morbid feast,
fallen angels by his side,
I knew I had no place to hide,
as I stared into his eyes of trampled and bloodied time,
I realized in horror, they mirrored mine.

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