Gothika: Honor & Horror

Gothika: Honor & Horror

Forcefully born of the occult into rags of filth

with a brumal ebony heart like love drizzled in frigid tar

and boreal blood, I was concocted as a cadaverous cannibal

from the cauldrons of the luminously forsaken.

They were never liars, just numinously mistaken.

This plume of human life blemishing the earth deserved to die,

and so I killed them with the carnalism they raised into me.

Now I stride silently, hand in hand with loneliness and infamy.

But I breathe honor, for these crimes of men 

were heroic deeds of nature and god.

Still, the banes of my being burn whispered lies 

of opulent covenants

into the hair of my neck.

Notes: 

Background created by me specifically for this poem. 

The title font is called "Draconian Typewriter". 

The text font is called "Aerofoil".

Veronika Kirsch: Carcinogens and Love

Carcinogens and Love

With a symphony of broken skin
she left me languid in the road
as I fell into myself
kneeling with a voided glare
of somnambulism.
Mystic heated wine emblazoned
my sickle sucked flesh
like tears coating a harlot's cheek
just before she sleeps.
Loneliness is tyranny
that feeds off our fears
and infects the fragile fissures
of a heart sunken in sulk.










Notes:

The picture used for this was taken at French Creek in Sheffield, Ohio on October 26th, 2007 by me. I edited it on photoshop using various techniques and effects (Blur, Film Grain, Burn, Masking) and used the font "KingjolA" for the title and "Hurricane" for the text which also has the same effects to blend it all and give it an aged horror film look. The poem is inspired by the model and photo. Model: Madison Colley.

Psyche Separation Anxiety

I don't burn

I know,

Never would I walk 

Valleys and shores

Alone.

I drown to fear 

Death

And life.

Blissfully fading

To fall.

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Fall to, 

Fading blissfully.

Life and death

Fear to drown

I, alone. 

Shores and valleys

Walk.

I would never know

I burn. 

Don't I?

Echoing Self Images [Pt.I] November 12-13, 2010

Reflection, 9:22pm

Face me now while you are strong
pretending that there's nothing wrong.
You're a tyrant's truth, a liar too,
an ever-changing silent ruse.
So fight me off till I'm amused
and I'll return to silence you.

Reflection, 3:19am 

Face me now while you are weak.

You selfish lying little freak.

You're a junkie for blood and lust and fame

You ruined this life I'm not to blame.

So play your games and sit in shame.

You're a devil with an angel's name. 

Mused by a Phoenix

The light was a lie as

he buried himself alive

at the high end of low.

But reborn of ashes with

death through defeat

he missed fortune

while pawning souls for success.

He'll pick you up to pull you down.

This poem is made up of Titles I came up with but never used. This particular set was inspired by Glenn McCrary.

Aqueous Non Aqueous

Three sunsets stare at me
losing their minds
laughing hysterically
at the follies of time.


I've been awake for an hour too late
and my eyes are starting to turn stale
In the wake of my dawning mistakes
I'm left burning in ale.

These old crows turn to stone
praying to the ravens
as they scold, raise and fold
waiting for their haven.

Three streetlights stare at me
moving entwined
crying unbearably
at the falling of time.

Its been a while since the last time I fell
black and blue ravaging my own chest
looking up as the cloudless sky failed
to help me rise from the west.

These old roads turn to mold
preying on the pavement.
Shades of gold, grey and rose
create this dismal incasement.

Sugar dreams and flower kisses for all.

Goodbye Never Lied

Lift me from this 

Frozen lake

Of past mistakes 

And take me onward

Every chance I had

To take,

I'd always wait 

Too long to hold her.

This just isn't me

Everything's killing me

I want you to really see 

Who I am without you.

June 6, 1626

Only Duke Christian 

of Brunswick-

Wolfenbüttel dies.

Taste Me, See Me

If I touch your heart, please don't move
I'm just a fancily folded paper ruse.
I have the will of a dead man
to crawl out of this grave
My ashes turn golden red and
I wrestle burning shame
Everyday I always seem to sink
deeper than you could ever reach.
Everyday I fight myself more than I blink.
I wish this life was just a revery.
Falling forth, stumbling through the pues,
finding God inside empty cases.
Pretty soon, I will rob myself
of every fucking day I wasted!
Money can't buy you will
and they both never grow on me.
Face to brick, as I fall asleep
licking my passion 
cause she's bitter sweet.
I've never felt any peace in them
I never saw myself right.
I couldn't climb from underneath the stem
I wouldn't halt my own demise.
Someone please shoot my head
from underneath this apple.
It fell too close to me under the tree.

How to be Human, Again

Hands on the stars

Feet on the ground

Eyes on the sun

Head in the clouds

Veronika Kirsch: Love Like Gallows

When we met our hearts were burned out

piles of blood and staling ashes.

We were each other's brooms

and our mouths were dust pans

You swept me off my knees 

and swallowed me whole.

You were perfect as a sunset

with rain clouds crying in the distance

I'm a liar, of my own kind.

But the truth is you were... nevermind.

When you left my heart was burned down.

crying blood inhaling ashes.

You were my bedroom

your arms were black walls

and I'd crawl into your corner 

until you swallowed me whole

You were perfect as my soul-mate

with your mistakes dying in the distance.

I'm a liar, and I know why.

Because the truth is you were never mine.

When we met our hearts were tangled

Laughing, loving, feeling weightless.

We were our anchors

Your love was my sea.

You swept me in your current

and swallowed me whole.

You were perfect, as a rain cloud

with a sunset drowning in the distance.

I'm a liar, in my own mind.

But the truth is I was... nevermind.

When you left my heart was mangled

Learning, burning, feeling worthless.

I was a misprint.

You just couldn't see.

I lingered in your mouth

until you swallowed me whole.

I hang perfect, from my heartstrings

with my hope walking away in the distance.

I'm a liar, because the truth stings

But the truth is I was never fine.

Artwork By: ~skinpupcoss @ Deviantart.com

Veronika Kirsch: Spiderwebs and Ashes

The sky was burning
from a stumbling sun.
But she told me it was
because of us
and I believed her.

We carried scars scorched
on our veins
from the aura of our horrors
mixed with sand and flame
in twisted tango Tanqueray.

The heat of our moments
caused fires to rise
as we fell in love.
But this time reapers watched
and rolled their tongues
and made us cold.

In the dark, shadows casted by
a harvest moon and murky sky
on the side of the mausoleum,
it was us, but we couldn't see them.
It wasn't long before they started to dance
to the tunes of our baleful romance
played by a string quartet of spiderwebs and ashes

I woke to her
laying next to me
with violet tint about her lips
in a shallow golden ditch.

She woke to me
laying next to her
with a violent grin about my eyes.
Digging, clawing, scratching at the sides to get to her.

I asked her If I dug my flesh down to the bone
on all my fingers, would she still hold my hand.
She said, "Only if you hold mine too.
Because I've already done what you will."

As she answered I broke through her plot
and clenched her like a fist.

In the dark, shadows casted by
a harvest moon and murky sky
on the side of the mausoleum,
it was us, but we couldn't see them.
It wasn't long before they started to dance
to the tunes of our baleful romance
played by a string quartet of spiderwebs and ashes.

We were lost, but we couldn't hide
from the life that left us blue inside
as we tried to become real
to preserve what we couldn't feel.
It wasn't long before our lips could meet
to the sounds of Death's greatest defeat
played by a string quartet of spiderwebs and ashes.

Sixes and Sevens

The devils underneath 

Are stuck inside our sheets

Underneath our sin

The gods of the above

Are stuck inside our love

Underneath our skin

The gods within our time

Are stuck inside our rhymes

Underneath our sin

The devils of the ground

Are stuck inside our sounds

Underneath our skin.

Leaving and Left Behind

The timing of our calling has taken us

Aback. I still watch you sing 

Every night 

In my mind.

You lulled my poison

To a state of sensual inebriation

And I still smell you on me.

But the side effects of loving you

Grew on me 

like a rancid fog

Of broken truths 

and five finger let downs.

The Macabre Serenades [Pt.VII]

Decisions decisions

Incisions and visions

Of where to put you. 

I know the pain

The feeling of being

Forsaken. 

This ain't a game

And I ain't a saint. 

Call me a sinner

But I am the winner

So don't you forget. 

But I'd never do to you

Things I haven't 

Done to myself. 

Call me sadistic 

Masochistic 

A classic sickness. 

No. I just see the world

Through the looking glass

With a film of red

Turning brown. 

Feel the physical 

Macabre breaking

Your bones. 

Your spirit. 

You hear it.

That's you all alone. 

So what's left to do here?

Here comes my table. 

The one from the fables

That I call historical

Documentation. 

Blades and butane

Syringes and tubes

Carnivorous cleavers

Cadaverous baggage. 

I will free your mind. 

Acupuncture at it's finest. 

Delighted I'll see you shine

With a porcelain glow

Of burgundy dye. 

Fake it oh fake it

I'll make sure you take it

Pain on a Richter scale. 

Cocaine and aspirin injected 

To thin your blood 

And keep you 

Up, up, up from

Blacking out. 

This is minute one

And tonight

You're my ground zero. 

You may think it's torture

I call it a gift. 

A personal revolution. 

Carnival cookie cutters

I'm going to fuck another. 

So just relax. 

I'll be right back. 

The Macabre Serenades [Pt.VI]

I can only kill

The best in the world. 

I need another pair

Of hands to kill 

The rest of the world. 

So don't be scared.

You're free

To leave.

The exits down the hall

Because I know you don't

Believe in me at all. 

Just come 

With me

To one more dirty show

Because I know won't 

Be leaving me at all

After you see

My passion

My art

The spatter and pieces

The insides that part

The pictures

The movies

The satellite sex

The burning and swaying

And silver caress.

They're murders at worst

Yet so picture-esque

But masterpieces 

when I work at my best.

I'll teach you not to kill

But savor every flavor

Of sweat beads

Tear streams

Life pleads

And threats. 

Watch your victims cycle

And love every last breath 

They take for granted.

Fuck them.

Fuck them!

Fuck their minds!

And bury their sanity

With every thrust. 

It's something more
than a million screams

We'll stain the world
with each other's dreams

So what do you say?

Bitch are you coming my way?

Either run and say no

Or stab me and fuck me

And tell me you love me. 

I love you too...

The Macabre Serenades [Pt.V]

Wake up!

Hello dear

How did you like your nap time?

Oh, is your back fine?

I stopped the bleeding. 

Here's a gift for you

An opportunity. 

Written on the walls 

in your blood. 

"I love you"

One hundred times

On each wall. 

Now hear me. 

I know you. 

I know all about you. 

You don't hate at all. 

You're just like me

We love the sweet

Scent of suffering

So much that we

Use our victims tears

Just to wash the blood

We took from them

Off our teeth. 

Who am I you ask?

Well I'm the devil!

Nah, fuck that I'm Sam.

But I did fuck her twice

But I was never her man. 

So don't be jealous

I need you

To fulfill my plan 

To torture every motherfucker

In the world that stands. 

The Macabre Serenades [Pt.IV]

Wake up!

Alone 

now your family's dead

and you can pray to god

but I'm real.

Shut

your mouth

I know you wonder why

but all you need

to know

is that I need

you alive.

Here's a dose

now baby get in my bag

and you wont see my trunk. 

I want you in my hand.

Wake up!

A slap.

Do you like how I greet you?

I'm pleased to meet you.

Do you like me?

I bet 

you're wondering why 

you're here in this 

stale slum home room 

bound to a rusted chair 

made out of lost dreams 

and shopping carts 

and why you have 

a few slits and a bit 

of blood 

draining into this bucket. 

It's because I think 

I might love you. 

Yes, 

I know we've never met 

until tonight 

but the way you 

snored through the slaughter, and I mean 

modern art masterpiece slaughter, 

of your entire family 

turns me on. 

Babydoll, 

you were meant for me. 

Now close your eyes 

and relax. 

I promise I'll wake you 

when I've finished writing my vows. 

[To be continued]

The Macabre Serenades [Pt.III]

I want to pull

Your hair

To your spine 

And watch you

Crawl away

And back inside

You'll never fall

From grace

If you're not high

And I will make sure

Your angels cry

And piss blood. 

If we're gonna fuck

With the cameras on

Then cut the lights off and on. 

Let's make a puddle. 

Let's make a movie. 

Cut 

The lights

Off and on

And move with me

Like we're drowning in each other. 

I want to pull

Your halo

Down to your ankles

And thread your wrists 

Through the rusted bends

Crusted over from your reign. 

But hogtied and taped up

I am yours

And I implore you

To make me love. 

If we're gonna scream

With the cameras on

Then cut the lights off and on

Let's make a river. 

Let's make a documentary. 

Cut

The lights

Off and on

And gasp with me

Like our throats are smiling at each other. 

 

I want to pull

Your skin

And post it on your wall

Like an ink blot

And stare at it for days.

I want to get lost

Inside of a blank stare

And watch you swing

To the music 

that my heart can't make. 

If we're gonna die

With the cameras on

Then cut the lights off and on. 

Let's make an ocean. 

Let's make a blockbuster. 

Cut

The lights

Off and on

And lay still with me

Like we both are dying for each other. 

The Macabre Serenades [Pt.II]

Your red dress
was white before me
and my
reverence of
desecrated certainties.
Wash away the
dirt underneath
all of your nails
but one.

I love you
enough
to let you down.

Mirror me
every little
corner of horror
every flicker of flame.

I watch your naked frame
pale as silver
dancing in a goblet
of brass and blood.
You crawl behind me
and kiss my neck.
A rough rope
tied around too tight,
it takes my breath.

Murder me
every little
cell in my body
every death in my name

Give me a fear, my love,
my perfect little devil.
Show me your dirty mind
and let me cut you
ear to ear
and lick you clean.
Say my name
and beg me
to push it through
as I pierce your heart strings
and drop them to your ankles.

Murder me! Mirror me!
Every little
cell in my horror
every flicker of name.

Mirror me! Murder Me!
Every little
corner of body
every death in my flame

I love you
enough
to let you drown.

The Macabre Serenades [Pt.I]

I fear my dark side has become restless. I feel precautions must be taken to make sure that he doesn't make an appearance in the real world. If he were to expose himself not only would he scorch my name and bury my work, but he would burn down every bridge I've ever built. So how do I keep him appeased and quiet? The answer is by not silencing him. I must let him loose and free to speak at night. He is my personal werewolf. My Sword of Descartes. My balance. He is nocturnal by choice and force. I have compromised here by allowing him to take over at night. Johnnie sleeps at night from now on. No more insomnia. No more bad dreams and memories. Johnnie can have the reigns and fake the smiles all he wants during the day. But from midnight until I pass out in a glass of Southern Comfort and cum, I own this body. I hope the world finds my words much more beautiful than he does. I'll need the happiness of Johnnie and the fruits of his will in order to survive. And he knows it.