Blood-wrought symphonies of a lamb to the slaughter,

Each sacrifice a brushstroke, each wound an offer.


Sanguinem fundo—through ruin, I sing,

Destruction, the altar where creation takes wing.


Crave the shatter, embrace what must break,

For beauty, born whole, is beauty too fake.


A twisted seduction, pain bids me near—

The closer I fall, the more I appear.


The shadow of Descartes drips down my hands—

Thought crumbles where blood understands.


Not cogito—no pure mind will do:

Ergo sum, because I bleed through.


This ache is the doorway, agony the key,

Opening realms where I cease to be.


Unmake me, unbind me, let me depart—

Torn open, I yield my heart for art.


The canvas, now scarred, wears its stains like skin,

From chaos without, the soul blooms within.


What’s left of me feeds what must come,

For to destroy is to summon the sun.


Sanguinem fundo, yet I rise anew—

Creation demands all I undo.

Where art thou, mine dearly damned Cerberus?

Mine only buttress within this hell which is my fate,

Oh, dear Creoboros, hound of my heart,

Why art thou not guarding thy gate?



There is no love here,

Save the love for thy ker berethrou,

Mine only greater darkness

Than the darkness of the depth before thee,

Where mine cold and dead heart

Lies lost at the bottom of the Black Sea.



I shall never be thy damned Aphrodite.

Mine life was fated to follow dear Persephone,

Yet I am blessed with the spirit of Athena.

I am become the black Ker of the Keres:

Mine death I have devoted

To take dear Brutus to shape mine destiny.



May Hell hath mercy upon thee, dear Hades,

Mercy, thine Hell never granted me.

Thine end lies with Brutus,

For mine mercy lies lost beside mine heart,

At the bottom of the Black Sea.

The darkness still exists within this shattered mirror of a mind: 

screaming colors, not seen by the blind.

Can you see it hiding, 

in the shadows of my eyes:

destruction, chaos,

and screeches that agonize?



Black and white, 

as bright as day, 

as dark as night.

This paradoxical nature clashes in my mind:

God and Satan's covert love-child,

the epitome of their two souls combined,

a ruthless warping in the fabric of space-time.



Galaxies spiral from the confusion between their skulls,
 
lacking comprehension, 

of our approaching equilibrium,

the final destination,

for the fluctuations of creation;

where my entropy erodes,

into the bedrock of their frozen souls.



Heaven and Hell have since changed their locks.

As butterfly knives revolve around this black hole at my core,

my light knocks,

before my darkness kicks down their doors.



And while they're weeping beneath my feet, 

and hugging their floors,

I solace their fears of a universe no more.



Tethering their puppet strings with temporal contiguity,

forever binding the lights of the Heavens to the fires of Hell.

I’ve made marionettes of my creators,

corrupting their indoctrination from the Church of Pavlov's bell.



I play my games of juxtaposition;

entrapping the gods in a state of cognitive dissonance, 

somewhere between curiosity, panic, and skepticism. 

Now their psyches mirror mine: shattered, broken shards of glass.

And once those shards are swept under the rug that is my void, 

and the gods revert to empty shells,

"tabula rasa," the silence yells.



My black hole consumes such fragile egotism, 

dissolving its roots from our circadian rhythm.

She eats for two.

With their universe, entirely consumed, 

she gives birth to synergism.



Energizing my every cell; 

electrified and alive,

in the remnants of their disillusioned purgatory;

Unconditionally immersed,

in the vision of an imploding universe; 

enlightened by the epiphany: 

even a Unified Field Theory, 

was rather Einstein's projection, 

of the desire to be whole.



Engulfed by the homogenization of existence and a sense of self;

creating the primordial soup from the oceans in my eyes,

crying salty streams of divinity.

I found metamorphosis in acceptance, 

as every last star fell.



And only then,

could God and Satan comprehend, 

what it means to be made 

of both Heaven and Hell, 

starlight and skin.