Necromania and the suicidal trance poem

Unveil my happenings
And comprehend the truth
That the darkness is not what terrifies me and you

Make me empty and vacuous of Morality’s descendants
I beseech thee my lord to leave me flinching
And cringing beneath the light of suicide like vengeance

I fear not the deadly hate
That consumes my spring
But this is the day I do scream
For love to leave me
As god of the Beneath

Listen to the trees
And read with me
The taste of nation’s suicides
Written on all my fucking lies

Leave me alone
To live at home
And pretend to deem it more than stone
I use daily to consume my soul
As if to win it back from Satan’s throne

Darkness is what I call home
But home has sewn my lips together
In fear of my turbulent weather
That bows to the gods of burning feathers
And a phoenix that does not rise

Consume me
And pray for the potential
To bring back the ugly
I left so gratefully
In closets that follow me

I am the hollow tree
That speaks truth to the nothing
Laughing hysterically
Three days dead
And happily consumed by the enzymes that fed
All things Ignorance called human


When a mortal dies
The last thing to go is not their eyes
But instead their ears
And the ability to hear
Us screaming in fear
Of what is on the other side
In hopes that we will not be ostracized
By Death and chain link gate entrances
To our demise

Every forty seconds
Someone decides to commit suicide
So give me some time
Because someone just died
And I would hate to mess with Kronos
Who opens up my soul
And consumes the light inside
Never healing the need for sighs
That end in a long line to Gehenna’s black skies