The night makes noises around me
Dead cockroaches blown over concrete
Power lines whisper discretely of how
She begged for mercy without a tongue
But she was still wet.
Fingernails split skin, ragged canyons
Old plaster leaking pale memory
New life forced down the throat
A form of vicious sodomy but
It makes the corpse breathe again.
Brains bleeding out thoughts that
Penetrate my ceiling, padded steel
And tumultuous cloud all the same
Stole my eyes from the insane
They don't need them to see.
I hid the razor in my throat
So when we kiss our diseases will breed
Beautiful and chaotic as I enter you
A death we will never forget
A life worth dying for
Over and over again.
Author notes
Written after reading all of Dax Riggs' actual poetry, kind of a tribute to him, in my own fashion. Enjoy.
Written January 16th, 2006
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Heh..I have to say.. You've managed to capture a very sadistic and rugged sense of danger and death here. The sensual depth of this poem was quite emotionally touching. The feeling it aroused is something that I doubt I could ever capture myself. The destructive additude of the poem is extremely beautiful, making me think of a land of blood and steel: cold, yet living and full of desire. I think this could quite possibly be one of your most defining poems, as you said of my first poem on the site.
Anyways, hope to see you back on sometime soon. -
side 8 T's
Dude, this is like amazing andy. the imagery in the last stanza is like...grained into my head...mostly because it makes sense to me...on an unspoken level... yeah...it's awesome...
Trace -
I KNEW IT!! As I was reading, I was thinking 'this is so Dax'.
You captured him well, his morbid beauty and wayward, somewhat scattered yet totally together train(s) of thought. I am awed . . . and I bow.
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WOW SOOOO GOTHIC!!
I loved it!!
It's one of the creepiest things I've ever read...
Awesome!!
I loved the lines...
Brains bleeding out thoughts that
Penetrate my ceiling, padded steel
And tumultuous cloud all the same
Stole my eyes from the insane
They don't need them to see.
I hid the razor in my throat
So when we kiss our diseases will breed
Beautiful and chaotic as I enter you
A death we will never forget
A life worth dying for
Over and over again.
Good job... it really created a picture in my head!
GREAT!!
Munkey aka. Ann




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