Forbidden Texts

My monstrous wordplay has been scattered throughout the universe,
Blanc pages covered with bloodstains,
Immaculate pen writings, behold my killer verse,
The paper cuts like razors, open up my fingertips,
Mouth closes, brain pumps, words dwell from my lips,
Onto the dusty pages, my wrist, the mechanism,
Eat human liver while writing, spit bile on veganism,
A Victorian virgin satisfies me gently underneath my table,
Hot candle wax and nails, make me burst, I do not fear the worst,

As the walls are closing in, I feel safe within' my litle crypt,
Deadmans hand reaches for ink, my quill get's dipped,
For ages my traumatised books have been kept sealed in my fragile brainmass,
No more hidding tho, I step out in fresh air, watch the sunset as I lay down in grass,
A sting in my eyes awakes me from my short slumber,
Heat bites a way into my skull, mass turns into lumber,
Skin drips from my bones, the light has deceived me,
Like on a cold summer night I once whitnessed the slow painfull death of a poor litle bee,
The ground below opens up, yet one person to rely on,
A father in my world, in yours a ruthless savage,
You are too blind to see who really is the cause of this ravage,
My pen is an upside-down crucifix,
Recipe of meatchunks, throw vomit in the mix,
My dark long raincoat conceals rabbits and brutal tricks,
The villain steals your thoughts as he cracks skulls with bats and bricks,

Read all about it in ye old newspapers, madman locked up for inappropriate fairytales,
Stories of promiscuous elves playing games with trolls written down in the smallest details,
An old swordsmith develops new toys in his spare time,
Arrested for the faul use of daggers, a sex crime,
Now place on my head a golden crown with emeralds and diamond stars,
Grant my people lust, passion, and steaming bed adventures,
Never mind this old man, for he will still be locked behind bars...



Poetry by Catacomb Villain
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Written on 2006-12-16 at 14:11

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Well, this is a very confusing poem, but yet, i understood it, i loved the ending, the meaning and emotion was great, i love the way you can intertwine fantasy and reality, but is this just reality, or is is symbolic reality. This reminds me of the brother's grimm for some reason, but it is much better, much more, 'disgusting' and maybe a bit more discriptive. I thank you for the chance to read this, this is one of the poems when you start you hold your breath and at the end you are still waiting for something more.

Kiva
2006-12-17