Enter suicidal angels;
O Hedon,
how hungry we've become;
like animals naked in shame.
Fed with the tongues of apocalypse
that galloped down
disordered worlds behind.
From word to words, led &
spanned over cultures.
Crimson masses, steeped in decadence
holding our tongues to the thirsty sun.
So, is the future still open?
(so tell me, tell me)
Then enter, O hornet,
from our hive-darkened hearts,
And draw down
the end from within.
Nihilist, Hedon
the priceless art of our lives
Sorrow is a wing laid atop our heads.
skin deep, we carve
our immeasurable sorrow,
in the fold of your shivering arms.
Now hungry we've become
Like animals naked in shame
Voracious wolfs Fed with apocalypse
O Hedon,
Your children are wild
and filled with death...
Death in our unforgiving eyes.
A pandemonium of bodies & gold.
Eager like sickness, let the blood run
Charging from androgynous wombs
( release the burden of pain)
Hedon,
in post-human shadows
a decaying monument
Is scorned by the teeth of time.
Stale-faced keeper of secrets!
loaded with implosive fire
We look at you,
afraid to see what we really are.
©infj-loki
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