The Spiders Lullaby

noreply@fubar.com (LovecraftsCthulhu) — Wed, 18 Jan 2012 02:40:37 -0800

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I watched spiders crawl out from her mouth,�

their legs twitching and jerking about in random spasms.�

They made way for her eyelids, gnawing away

�like parasitic rats sheltered behind cold walls

�echoing tainted memories only moths could recall.�

The spiders were the bane of sight,

�the logic and reason for blindness,�

to bind darkness to those who were already lost without the light.

I watched the spiders spit venom into her eyes,

�their legs twitching and jerking about in random spasms.

�She was unable to blink, unable to think,

unable to stop the poison from corroding morality�

perceived through her mind’s third eye.

�The venom seeped through and damaged her porcelain soul,�

little by little vacant spaces replaced what amnesia sought

�as she started to sing deadly lullabies the spiders had forgot.

I watched the spiders creep down into her head,

their legs twitching and jerking about in random spasms.

�They weaved a special web to catch and save the tears

they knew she would shed, but I guess that didn’t matter--

she was already dead.

Voidwalking

noreply@fubar.com (LovecraftsCthulhu) — Wed, 18 Jan 2012 02:30:06 -0800

Somewhere amongst the debris of scattered minds

Where lost memories wander through dark labyrinths of a worn-out kind

I pull and stretch out the tattered spire that once romanticized twilight skies

Before reaching in shallow violet-colored waters pale faces litter with blackened eyes.

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Metallic voices drone in the abysmal quagmire as hollowed dreams form inside my head

Twisting Life’s stigmas into shapeless identities that silhouette against banal formalities;

The Unknown weaves a silver cord spiraling through the glitches of a fixed reality ahead

As marmalade souls, so tantalizing at their seam, drip pass hidden crevices of nostalgic frailties.

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Idle thoughts writhe beautifully against floating parabolic realities of shape-shifting desires

As the voids of phantasmal eyes tweak the fabric of unborn ideas mankind inspires,

I gather recycled remnants of multiple personalities resonating a strange familiarity

Though cannot begin to fathom its meaning due to the Veil disfiguring clarity.

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Felt like uploading this since I like how it is so far. :]

Another surreal type poem I wrote and posted on my writing profile (check out�http://www.writerscafe.org/ParanoidSchizoAngel/); here I describe Voidwalking (a.k.a. astral/mental projection)...or at least what's going on while doing it. I also vaguely describe personal experiences on what I saw when prying the third eye open. I don't expect to get a lot of feedback on what's been written so far since it is pretty vague & personal, though I do so enjoy provoking thoughts in others and encouraging them to always keep an open mind :]

There'll be a few more paragraphs added on sometime in the future...

P.S. - Oh, and title subject to change ^.^

Surreal Poetry

The Spiders Lullaby

Voidwalking