[Suzerain of Sheol]

Damn it! Two days past an entire year!

Memoir of an Autocide

Here we are again
liminal and degenerate
a compound neurosis inspiring awe
recursive necrosis and the apocalypse of art
like the chisel to the sculptor's skull
true beauty in defacement
dementia in media res

There are no demons
and the storms shirk their names
The vacant vigil of a deicide
Nullified enlightenment denying surprise
They screamed their blasphemies as loud as they could
and no one cared

But can you hear it now?
The cackling of that psychotic muse?
The precious equations of our spiritual chemistry
dividing nothing by nothing
Our first thought was fear

I watched God die
I watched stars die
Strung out in a kaleidoscope of mutilated time
Narcissus was bleeding from his eyes
This vivisected dream of infinite martyrs
Endless creation and the self-stained barrel of our fantasies
diegetic and disgustingly real

With passionate masochism as the mother of invention
how can any of us stand it?