Sister

Like flowers in the tracks of loss He comes, he comes Like treading water He comes Like ailment in the veins of love He comes, he comes Like the death of a child He comes Within the vale of our escape He comes, he comes Beyond these walls, a winding way He comes

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025

Going down, your naked body quake the sun that eats the meadow, is a suicide Mother wound, the tilted sky we stole Its images will shatter, everything we are All to nothing We yearn wounded in postures of birth Going down, crying in our sleep as we implore the border, for the things we fear Tender hands, caress your shivering back The truth you bear will murder, everything you are All to nothing We yearn wounded in postures of birth All to nothing, we yearn Wounded in masks Breathing blood You’re running down my legs The scars I bear shall witness Amidst the brooding trail All to nothing We yearn wounded in postures of birth All to nothing, we yearn wounded in masks

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025

Straining all, in longing through continents of dust All is forgotten, and helpless as a sun goes up in the night A buried son for your desolated heart We’re reaching backwards You took a cloven bow to slit your tender veins Oh how we laughed Clambering up, like a drowning child and you drink me, in the furrows of pain Once the seed is cast on the field of night and I’m yours beyond recall A buried son for your desolated heart We’re reaching backwards You took a cloven bow to slit your tender veins Oh how we laughed Pour through your mouth, love and stars go out like little eyes well up with tears I am serene as Satan comes in yearning rifts where I may die The brink persuades She holds a horses head the cunt of coal is my loving grave I shall be there when the light is swallowed and the trumpets of heaven are open sewers You are the naked youth at the ladder of hell You are the corpse that comes in grass and gold deep through the gardens to lend a key Free your pale steed within me and immerse your clouds of stone All this is killed and made perfect as the sun goes out in my eyes A buried son for your desolated heart We’re reaching backwards You took a cloven bow to slit your tender veins Oh how we laughed

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025

I saw a lover in those shadows a fusion in the wake of death that took its rear in tracks of sanctity like bodies crushed in piercing light For we are theirs, and in its distance there is a concord that demands even the slightest of all ventures to shed the world and go along Four pallid hands on a wounded back Your shrines are open eyes Formed in the junction of disruption In trembling archs of bleeding doves By pallid hands of inner murder caressing my cheek, with profound smiles Four pallid hands on a wounded back Your shrines are open eyes in an empty room When the chord of wound resounds in everything and the corpses turn inside I know who comes For a wounded back Take the pallid hand We are destroyed Four pallid hands on a wounded back Your shrines are our open eyes in an empty room When the chord of wound resounds in everything and the corpses turn inside I know that he comes

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025

Come and kiss the unclean hand for a field of ink below As I falter on the verge with a blade in my arms I'm the ending as it comes Drawing nearer Spilling from its mouth There's a room between the waves where i've written my name For the boulders in death and the violet you drain I'm the ending as it comes Drawing nearer Spilling from its mouth You come without and all falls within There is a light in the world There is a stone to the head And I trace in maps of blood from my arm to the ground And i mistook you for the sea As you washed away this life I'm the ending as it comes Drawing nearer Spilling from its mouth My beginning as you come always clearer through the purple blood I'm the ending as it comes Drawing nearer Spilling from its mouth

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025

Blood sweeping mirrors A stag comes through the night Once we return for something we lost down there Sister, we'll turn to nothing You drip with languid ash Our heartbeats go in dust to dust to dream The slopes of our memory tremble where we are killed The toil of your broken eyes are opening And the hour begins Night was no longer as we knew her The ailing hour became the way Sister, sister We drown in living silver Immutable like deaths Remembering the tracks we found down there It's singular, like suffering It's all I'll ever gain Returning now to take us there again We run back into the clouds in its white I see you pray Blood sweeping mirrors A stag comes through the night Once we return for something we lost down there

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025

The room it unearths undresses me slowly I beg them to cut my throat We crawl through the ground our bodies are worthless the gaunt sky is treading oil Let us dispel the question and make him ready for its arms The purging love that stops the heart opens the cracks of my aim Yes I’ve understood with noose and with sickle The beauty we saw down there We hung from our feet and bled into buckets our daughters were holding flowers Let us dispel the question and make him ready for its arms The purging love that stops the heart opens the cracks of my aim I rip up the sails from the frozen ground We drift in damp stone to the sound of blood The wet mouth is black its whispering my name to leap through the rain at dusk Let us dispel the answer now to make him ready for the arms that break The purging hand that shows the way points to our open graves

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025

It won’t be long when morning comes we’ll pattern our adamantine waste A stranger waits along this road to take me home There is something when you draw near I destroy all things I hold dear Drink the light from a gibbet’s hand on an ailing shore, where it strands In every language I’ve confessed Its haunted name Where death opens her thighs Our paramour of broken tides You saw us die I’ve gathered myself There is something when you draw near I destroy all things I hold dear Drink the light from a gibbet’s hand on an ailing shore, where it strands For a vestige of closure in the pool of an eye that gained sight in a darkness that was long before night I come to say my name, I said I know he wants it where he goes I know it takes my lot to live I know it takes this world to die In mirrors digged up from the earth I see myself lambent upon my childhood fields in wounds There is something when you draw near I destroy all things I hold dear Drink the light from a gibbet’s hand on an ailing shore, where it strands

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025