the drowning pool

the lighthouse doesn’t exists in the emptiness
so the jagged tooth rocks can’t be seen
beneath the current sticky bloodied darkness
where the voids poison eats away one’s ship’s spleen

one’s lungs are full of the voids foul gas
a buoyant heart no longer keeps one’s ship afloat
cause breathing has corroded away one’s mass
while the perps preached scriptures as the antidote

one takes a short drop into the black hole
of the drowning pool

drifting through the void all you hear is a hum
drifting through the void a veins about to burst
drifting through the void all one feels is numb
drifting through the void
all one feels is a scream echoing the first

morbid Angels breaths fatten ones blacken sails
cannibal corpses feast on one’s ships salted bane
screams behind the shadows guided the forged nails
the land of no return lost under twelve days of rain

a storm of unstoppable burning flaming acid rain
eats the bedeviled flesh of ones fatten sails away
ones ship is rudderless for it’s the scythe parting one’s vein
bleeding one into the bloodied darkness to escape
ones decay

one takes a short drop into the black hole
of the drowning pool

drifting through the void all you hear is a hum
drifting through the void a vein about to burst
drifting through the void all one feels is numb
drifting through the void
all one feels is a scream echoing the first

smokey tendrils coil from ones dried rolled paper-thin tongue
ones resin memories are ground into fuel for the beast
dragged down into the cancerous bloating of the voids lung
ones residue absorbed to block the light from uncovering the feast

the suspended one has a vivid dream of the immortal dead rising
while black dogs tear the reflective moons breasts to bloody pieces
the craters of the moon are filled with grief from
one’s own eyes uprising
while the black dogs devouring feral reflective hunger
never ceases

one takes a short drop into the black hole
of the drowning pool

drifting through the void all you hear is a hum
drifting through the void a vein about to burst
drifting through the void all one feels is numb
drifting through the void
all one feels is a scream echoing the first

         © bg 2017

 

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