Love, Lust, Loss & Intimacy

Shame, who came from darkness,
Incandescent glow of chained emancipation, If not for one night, only one moon, Walpurgisnacht, Esoteric and hysteric, The obscene shattered portions of a full moon,

Beginning with a neuro-toxic bite,
Do I feel my heart still inclined towards that delusion?
Mephistopheles, charming yet cruelly deviant.
Who but a masochist could love one so narcissistic?

Addicted to this sweet aroma,
Sensual darkness, seductive verve,
Dreams jumping from pages,
Screaming to my mind,
Laughing at my body,

Perverse and addictive pleasures,
Despite what you may permit,
Perhaps too late,
I am changed, for now I do commit.

My sorrow voices itself to the stranger many:
Darkest deeds we do tell,
burning in our brains, creating a living hell.
If not immortal their reflection would spew hideous images, Nefarious, drained of verve, of the very
indulgence of breath.

I stoke a bonfire of vanity as I gaze into what I deem as weak, miserable souls.. evaluating, judging, discriminating.
Projecting inferiority in order to create a superiority.
Nostalgia is a seductive liar,
To find one red apple in a veritable sea of green is to be simple and perhaps not articulate

Rapture pours from the Green chalice,
Malleus Maleficarum

Face, a burning abyss, fear and anger.
Hatred consume undercurrents of violence,
Electric field oscillate through to my fingers,
Numbing skin,
Physical manifestation
Flesh peeling, stripping, blackening,
Guilt, pain,
Tears might mingle in white-hot rage.
Yet, stoically composed.

magnolia
With one thought,
I have betrayed faith,
Christ my salvation,

The alluring zeal of revolution,
Painfully draws me near,
Once again, I transgress,
Revenge to be served cold and indirect,
Pernicious inveiglement of those; the meek.

Veronica Baker