abstrect-christ Posted October 28, 2013 Posted October 28, 2013 Just in time for the season -- a short dark tale for your eyes. The title is tentative unless I can't think of anything better -- it was written on a long night in which I couldn't sleep. The Shadows Imprint The Shadow's hands inoculate -- heroin-chic, pale and grim; down the Styx, replicating waves. They guide my Abydos toward Infinitum Abyssos. Were it alive -- where would this nebuli end? Alas, the sailor suffering, maiming, souffleing ever consuming it's shadows scent, is still -- icicles blot it's blood streams, puff it's eyes and paint their edges an opaque midnight; make it's bones fragile and exposed. The Shadow's aura of ebb and flow crush and grind fragility to bonemeal and rust -- if it could conjugate it's past, cigarette burns would appear upon the Shadow's veil: A mothers hand, prescribed suicide. A sisters forearm, track marks cross an alleyway, salivary marks cross her cheeks and off her lips hued a deep purple and chapped. A john doe father who's mind's light on gravestones' weight. The Shadow's eldritch wind would no longer tunnel and press toward an unknown delta whispering "all souls exit here, but only leave whence thy body disappears" by Jeremy Swyck 10/26/13 Quote Pinhead "Unbearable, isn't it? The suffering of strangers, the agony of friends. There is a secret song at the center of the world, Joey, and its sound is like razors through flesh." Joey "I don't believe you." Pinhead "Oh come, you can hear its faint echo right now. I'm here to turn up the volume. To press the stinking face of humanity into the dark blood of its own secret heart." "There's a starving beast inside my chestplaying with me until he's boredThen, slowly burying his tusks in my fleshcrawling his way out he rips open old woundsWhen I reach for the knife placed on the bedside tableits blade reflects my determined faceto plant it in my chestand carve a hole so deep it snaps my veinsHollow me out, I want to feel empty"-- "Being Able To Feel Nothing" by Oathbreakerhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aBPy3xNwwL8 "Sky turns to a deeper grey the sun fades by the moon hell's come from the distant hills tortures dreams of the doomed and they pray, yet they prey and they pray, still they prey"-- "Still They Prey" by Coughhttps://soundcloud.com/relapserecords/sets/cough-still-they-pray
dr_con Posted October 28, 2013 Posted October 28, 2013 Beautiful & grotesque. Absolutely lovely seasonal piece the precise images are chillingly delightful! Many Thanks Jeremy! Juris Quote thegateless.org
dcmarti1 Posted October 28, 2013 Posted October 28, 2013 down the Styx, replicating waves. They guide my Abydos Oh so imagistic! conjugate it's past How unique! Lovecraft scary, not Clive Barker scary. :) Still, me likey..... Quote
tonyv Posted November 1, 2013 Posted November 1, 2013 Oh yea, the mood is right there. "Heroin-chic," on "an opague midnight" leads from scarred forearms to that delta where the shadow's wind seems to say, "You can't go home, yet you can't stay here": "all souls exit here, but only leave whence thy body disappears" Excited to read you again, Jeremy. Tony Quote Here is a link to an index of my works on this site: tonyv's Member Archive topic
abstrect-christ Posted November 11, 2013 Author Posted November 11, 2013 thanks juris, Marti, Tony and Badge. I loves me my Lovecraft... he's a dark muse in the sands of writing time for me. Quote Pinhead "Unbearable, isn't it? The suffering of strangers, the agony of friends. There is a secret song at the center of the world, Joey, and its sound is like razors through flesh." Joey "I don't believe you." Pinhead "Oh come, you can hear its faint echo right now. I'm here to turn up the volume. To press the stinking face of humanity into the dark blood of its own secret heart." "There's a starving beast inside my chestplaying with me until he's boredThen, slowly burying his tusks in my fleshcrawling his way out he rips open old woundsWhen I reach for the knife placed on the bedside tableits blade reflects my determined faceto plant it in my chestand carve a hole so deep it snaps my veinsHollow me out, I want to feel empty"-- "Being Able To Feel Nothing" by Oathbreakerhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aBPy3xNwwL8 "Sky turns to a deeper grey the sun fades by the moon hell's come from the distant hills tortures dreams of the doomed and they pray, yet they prey and they pray, still they prey"-- "Still They Prey" by Coughhttps://soundcloud.com/relapserecords/sets/cough-still-they-pray
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