Melancholy Binding

Melancholy spell
On prayer knees, complex and contagious, this murky lover
Nightfall during daylight, stars abandon the sky –
Flickering suicide of silver sliding down the blistering night air
Dusty curtains refuse the dingy world and I smile grotesque longings
Within this honeycomb crypt, scissors and blade dismantle angelic wings –
Cut and slice lacy, eggshell feathers until they’re piled on the sticky floor
Stitch shredded paper to exposed tender armature – strips of worthless words…
Naked dance on the dead grass, calling to twilight seers –
Narrow eyed crows to speak of death with, hissing in tongues unknown in ancient books
Nor written in congealed blood or on cold, smooth stones…
They spill their inky, grim premonitions and tear their feathers
Leave them like a trail of tears… quills to pen shadows onto weathered pages
Mottled grey silhouettes that prey by moonlight –
Slip through mirrors to reveal yesterdays downfall
Curl me into this womb of destruction where I sleep with a lickerous longing for dismal dreams
Of which I have written my desire from veins bleeding contorted tragedy –
Relentless glistening drops from the timeline of my life –
Storming my soul like an angry lover
Deluged until I seek pain in the perversions and desire in the wrecking yard…
Metal bleeding rust, spikes, twisted and curled, pointed, shredded… digging beneath pores…
Carving a craving
That won’t rot on the stalks
Vertebrae germination of the obsessive soul…
Unquenchable lust for the slow, decaying sorrow of what has fallen into obscurity
A hunger for the matte of shadow instead of lyrical linings of resurrection…
Intravenous induction… this sedation potion of twilight delirium
Birthing a ravenous thirst for the crisp, sweet pain of this melancholic wine…
Psalms with mislaid words in the fields where wheat isn’t separated from chafe
Enchantment an archaic disease, illegible in third person distortion –
This terminal condition, emotional disorder, endorphins severed… fixation –
Shaking departure…
Fire fields choking transient sprouting, scorching seeds into soot –
Flakes of desolation floating down like pure, white feathers
Wisps of brokenness, particles of memories like bitter ash at my feet
Freefall of bottomless death
Shapeless forms in the gloom calling with false, lulling lullabies murdered long ago…
Lies that abandoned, led to this detour, this melancholy milestone, murder of mystical twilight
Your apologies are appalling and I am addicted
Ghost tracks in the vintage hills of my mind
A living corpse held together by black ribbons of remorse that I lovingly tie in mordant bows
Suffering eyes beneath a veil stitched with times grizzled disappointments
Lumpy plaster heart, cavities sutured with blue isolation between 3 doors
Smoothed by this dead sea into a willing vessel
There is nothing now but burning for this exquisite anguish crashing into my souls womb –
There is beauty in sorrow, sweetness in pain, forgive me, for I’m in love with every wretched end
I seek no rescue from this grotesque ambiance with its decaying, alluring, musty flowers
You need not understand, nor fear this cadaver garden
There are others in the undertow; I am not alone
I invoke this divine abjection, tear open my veins for the transfusion