Recent Poem Filled With Hate.

 Soulless Today/Soulless Tomorrow

I’m birthed from a fatal collision.

Body fluids and self-destroyed flesh,
Smeared and splattered all over fragmented concrete.

Leaden guts color the horizon,

Great arches erected from twisted, pulled musculature

And spackled together with fetal tissue

Cracks in the ground bubbling over with embryonic fluids 

My malformed, hairless head dangling from an erupting umbilical cord

Wrapped around a cloud. 

Scraped at and gored with dead tree branches,

Falling around my premature corpse,

The shredding terrors of existence pulls me in. 

What is this?

A voice, a faceless presence, a sardonically dancing mask,

Weaving through the air without form,

Parading around the stars,

Fills my mouth with dirt 

And pulls my loosening veins 

Out from my dismantled wrists.

Pinned in the crumbling, tempest air

I’m made witness to the grand assault on everything.

The air in flames

I’m stuck in bed. 

Piping through the moldy wall crevices

Comes an invitation to nothingness. 

Legions of nonexistence marching towards me at all sides. 

The ceiling dissolves, birds descend. 

My hands are stuck in the mouths of vultures, 

Pulling out my own stream of gnawed entrails. 

I stuff them in my pockets 

And fling them, reeking and rotting, 

Into the faces of anyone that even glances at me. 

It’s building…

My night is vibrating with dissonant songs 

Singing out litanies of war against myself. 

And telling me of all the books that lost their words

And how there’s no food anywhere

And how the children are drying up in the expanding sun

And how the parents are devouring their cured corpses 

And screaming at me until my head ruptures and I see everything

With hate. 

My cadaver is unzipped

Dripping, trailing behind fevered misanthropy everywhere I step. 

My broken neck snaps back,

I look up at that atrocious mockery of the sky. 

I want to grab the edge of the crescent moon

And cut my face apart from ear to ear.

Everything, every meaning, everything once felt

Pours out of my cosmic lacerations - 

Spill it all into the failing patchwork universe

And let sunbeams of my hatred

Knock the teeth out of every single living soul. 

Iridescent fungi grows from my splayed fingertips. 

I’m cradling the filth,

The world on its pathetic knees, 

None of this pain means anything to me anymore. 

I kiss the maggots suturing up my wounds, 

Let them nest within the vacuous caverns

Of my primordially ugly head. 

With hatching larvae in my breath,

This is my true body, at last, 

I’ll slip my tongue through anything that’s left.

Spreading the festering, heightening the agents of annihilation. 

But there’s no one left. 

There’s nothing left...

Still, all great structures and steeples of the world rise up

Continually, overtaking the stars,

Suffocating the melting hill of corpses of what’s been left behind,

I even hate the End. 

The last human I see, I grab their diseased face, 

Gray and exploding with pustules,

I bring them in -

Closer and closer until our decomposition melts into each other.

My flesh liquefying through them, their emotionless, sagging eyes set upon

My brain's graphic destruction. 

Our lips wither and drip off our faces right before they can touch

Swelling, interlocking joints snap and explode with botflies

When I knead my dirty degloved hands through them.

They’re just as soulless as me, as it has ever been.

I take their melting form, their empty skeleton 

And place them face down, jaw bone cracked open, 

On to the moss-covered concrete curb. 

Before I lose my ill-fitted fortification. 

Before the songs of nonexistence 

Ring inaction through my ears,

And right before the last remaining star drops…

I send my boot flying into their gnashing idiotic skull.

My one moment of fleeting peace, 

When the last vestiges of humanity’s exploded skull fragments

And pulverized brain tissue

Rains down upon me. 

I’m molded in the hate-filled rot of the world, 

Smiling as my teeth turn to dust. 

And in the name of the perpetually pulling nothingness 

I let it all shred away at me.

I’m nothing but a breathing pile of evisceration,

Squirming in the torrent of human remains,

Squelching through the cracks of apocalypse. 

There’s nothing left within me. That’s it. 

This is supposed to be the end,

But when will it come? 

The cold closes in - I’m put on the rack,

The wheels spin all their own

And keep spinning long after 

I’ve been pulled apart.

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