Until the ovum opened like ghost skin,
Pooled like the ocean
And poured from my mouth.
I wasn’t aware of how god-like
We sinners could easily be.
Hieros gamosIn the wild, wind washed, beneath the hills below the skies,Hieros gamos by dy-ad
This temple is a body.
Came upon his inert rest. With lips still reddened and warm,
I sought breath in the valley of his mouth.
But empty spirits guide this house.
Cupped his chest to mine, captured by his musk
My lungs expand to weep.
Father, my brother, incest of kings.
Essence in your arms,
Names you bore for me.
ArmisticeHeadlong into war. Thrust at the dead men standing across the wall.Armistice by dy-ad
Melted down like bullets, they steady themselves. We steady ourselves.
An explosion of great Anarchy. A burning saint’s scream.
A collision of fools, a glorious bloodshed.
Shod in whimpered pleas,
And a smirk at my brother’s dead god.
jealous glassjealous glass by thetaoofchaos
i try to transcendentalise your
see it catching
up in prisms, subpellucid moons
because we love shooting starsif we shoot the sky with an ak47,because we love shooting stars by ChloroformBoy
the stars will bleed comets on Earth
well, if we're dead,
we can't enjoy their light,
and i can't enjoy you
if we shoot the sky with a camera,
the stars will develop into a memory
well, if we share a memory,
it'll be stuck in my head for years
if we shoot the sky coquettish looks,
the stars will be too jealous to flirt back
well, if even the stars envy you,
there's no fucking hope for me
let's just not shoot the stars at all;
my telescope prefers constellations, anyway
well, you'd rather strip Orion's belt than mine,
so i beg you to asphyxiate me with what's
already killing me anyway