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The Shadow's Imprint


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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

 

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 chest
playing with me until he's bored
Then, slowly burying his tusks in my flesh
crawling his way out he rips open old wounds

When I reach for the knife placed on the bedside table
its blade reflects my determined face
to plant it in my chest
and carve a hole so deep it snaps my veins

Hollow me out, I want to feel empty"
-- "Being Able To Feel Nothing" by Oathbreaker

https://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 Cough

https://soundcloud.com/relapserecords/sets/cough-still-they-pray

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Beautiful & grotesque. Absolutely lovely seasonal piece the precise images are chillingly delightful!

 

Many Thanks Jeremy!

 

Juris

thegateless.org Come on over and check out my poetry substack y'all;-) Or if your bored, head to the Zazzle store: https://www.zazzle.com/store/gateless. If you buy anything I lose a bet, so consider that before you violate the digital rules.

 

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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.....

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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

Here is a link to an index of my works on this site: tonyv's Member Archive topic

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abstrect-christ

thanks juris, Marti, Tony and Badge. :smile:

 

I loves me my Lovecraft... he's a dark muse in the sands of writing time for me.

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 chest
playing with me until he's bored
Then, slowly burying his tusks in my flesh
crawling his way out he rips open old wounds

When I reach for the knife placed on the bedside table
its blade reflects my determined face
to plant it in my chest
and carve a hole so deep it snaps my veins

Hollow me out, I want to feel empty"
-- "Being Able To Feel Nothing" by Oathbreaker

https://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 Cough

https://soundcloud.com/relapserecords/sets/cough-still-they-pray

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