This is a poem I created for English class. I haven't come up with a title yet.
Inspired by weird music and daily life.
By the passage of
noon
As the sun's convex
rays beat down with percussive oppressive force
I wished to become
slimy malformed misshapen primal lurking
That I might slip
away beneath the comforting claustrophobic material shield that lay
in the curves and lines of the ground and columns around me
Or find refuge in a
invisible hole in the woodwork
Or slither inside
the infinite stone core
Or vanish to
imperceptible size
To escape the
tormented bleeding molecules of the overworked air around me
Whose pained shrieks
tore at my ears flesh and mind
A caustic
intolerable continuum of unwanted energy
A raging river of
human debris that left me dried and parched and raw
By the passage of
dusk
I found my soul
seeking not the shallow and stagnant company of the grandeur of the
ocean
But rather the
frightening mysteries of its inhospitable crushing light-less depths
The unknowable
eldrich inhabitants of its hidden corners
The otherworld
cracks that in their lack of human size formed no environment and
swelled to contain the innumerable of The Places No One Looks
The deep dark dank
dungeons of freedom beneath rocks birthed ages ago
The shapes in the
gloom that were always seen and could never be known
The existence of a
world so empty so full so cold
A world of teeth and
spines and electrical flesh
Where pieces of
muscle and skin feel for days through the waters
To rest forever in
the depths of the imagination
By the passage of
night
I saw the branches
of trees become claws that stretched to infinity to penetrate the
surface of the stars
and smite their
brightness from the sky in a defiant tribute to the shadows
And the darkness
formed fluid electrical a current of vitality from my eyes to my
vision
For I could see the
things that I knew lurked unobservable within the mental pathways
around me
The neural
extrapolation of the mind laid before me in blackness and uncertainty
Every impure
affliction of humanity reflected in the rough earth and broken stone
Every cerebral
crevice and fissure concealing a despicable thought
Every rock covering
an incalculable perversity or repressed unrequited aberrant lust
Every shadow
harboring an affinity for the dirty obscene and horrific
Everywhere Obscene
and Lovely
All facets of the
landscape coalescing composed by the brain to perform the beauty of
the night
In the passage of a
dream
There were a pair of
bloodied skulls who turned to look at each other and smiled in the
joy of each- others' company and I smiled as well for I saw one of
them
I saw a hundred
engorged muscles formed together to hurt themselves bloodless on
blunted blades
I saw a hundred
bloodied muscles formed together to slither through the cracks and
travel to find
the shadows and shapes in the gloom and to know them
and become them
I saw beings
twisting and pulling on their slimy limbs like a thousand pounds of
dead meat
I saw free
corpuscles dancing in a landscape sculpted by the dying cries of the
forgotten
I saw a hundred
million living things crimson parasites in the flesh of the world
revealed by crumbling pillars and putrefying bloody truncheons
There were dripping
monsters crying behind locked doors whose guards had been shackled to
their posts
and who wept alongside their vile prisoners and whose
tears turned to blood as to be camouflaged and
not to rust their
chains
Amidst the mental
crescendo all I saw in harmony and ecstasy saw
Sin; as I awoke sin
gone; sin not wrong
By the passage of
dawn
I saw not monsters
and shadows and things sans description
But another day part
good and part bad as always
And in a moment of
peace as I partook in the beauty of the sunlight
I knew it descended
to form a rarefied and reflective blinding vapor
A distraction to
redirect my mind from the true horrors I had known before
But this caused me
no distress for I knew that nothing had changed
And I lived that day
like any other
The solace of the
alternative and concave a constant comforting presence to be found
deep down through
the familiar tracks of nerves and vessels through
sinew madness and electric discharge deep in my mind
Where dusk leads to
night and dreams that last until death's uncaring grace instantiates
the ultimate monster
in my soul
