An infinity of thoughts
My unearthly hell!
Below enough eidolons,
we will wordlessly scream!
Let us spoil of copius misery and silence.
Let bloodshed dissolve to finality
among deaths so pointless.
A tattered razor consumes My Heart
Pitiful verse rips open prior to poetry of soul
A broken winged raven drowns My spirit and death may die
Our vengeful knife shudders at souls last breath.
Madness despairs owing to this innocent Hatred and grim present
I torment the tempters phosphorous soul wounds.
And Listen to Neptune’s sorrowed distant call.
Ian V. Seymour © 2011