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aviisevil Apr 30

we're last
of us

made in ruins
of summer

by unwritten
morrow

the last of sun
and moon

last of the stars
etched in gloom

the ends of the
lasting winter

of passing autumn
caught in a tomb

smitten by the
sorrows

and flowers
in bloom



aviisevil Apr 22

caught in a cobweb

slowly spinning in your skin

crawling beneath your breath

I am trying to break in

and I must confess

I've never felt so blessed

since you've walked in

so feast on all of my sins

cut me open from the
inside and let me sink

swallow my heart and
make me forget

every thought in my head

I want you to
I want you to

drink me away while
I'm still bleeding


aviisevil Apr 20

unwritten thoughts
of untold pain

spiralling down the
length of his veins

memories of an
autumn that cannot
be explained

the fleeting dream that
cannot be contained

house of the summer
that does not remain

the comforting
silence of winter's
reign

the endless tomorrow
buried in flames

unsaid


aviisevil Apr 18

see through me
into the black night

cut out your heart
feed it to the light

no more shall it pain
without purpose

step into the dusk
spiral into the circle

fall with me into
this solemn dream

when we're asleep
and do not scream

preyed upon by their
words and schemes

in silence of a funeral
begging to be seen

bless'd upon by
the morbid pyre

you glow in dark
of your desires

weary mind of the
eyes that are tired

now buried in ruins
of a desolate empire


aviisevil Apr 12


sweetness of
the moon rains down
on the last bus
going home

all the flowers
crushed beneath
the sky

cry for the
mother tree

for she was standing
still when I met her

I don't know what
else to tell you

I've never known
what it feels to be
someone else

and you don't
exist inside these
walls

perhaps I'll trade
all my fantasies for one
moment of absolute
violence

it's not that hard
to mute what little
is left of me

is this how you feel
when you are sober?



aviisevil Apr 12

they come
for me in the
summer

sweetness of
the moon rains down
on the last bus
going home

all the flowers
crushed beneath
the sky

cry for the
mother tree

it's not that hard
to mute the violence

for she was standing
still when I met her

now she's part
of the crop

I don't know what
else to tell you

I've never known
what it feels to be
someone else

I wear my skin
more drunk then
others

my bones pierce
through my veins

the blood rushes
down the staircase

spiralling into
the circles

circling the end
of times

I wish I'd known
you better

but you don't
exist inside these
walls

if only I was trying
to build a better world

we could've known
each of us

there's nothing
else to succeed our
thoughts

there's only so much
you can feed the insides
before it eats you in your
moment of silence

it's better to burn the
rest of you than keep
living the lies

maybe the fire will
cleanse us of our stagnant
despair

nothing moves without
a herculean effort

is this how you feel
when you are sober?

it's better I don't
wake before the end
of another year

I've never felt more
alive when my mind is
blank

so let them come
and find me

I'm waiting for
something to happen
anyway

I'll trade all my
fantasies for one
moment of absolute
nothingness

I can't even tell when
the summer begins and
where it ends

I wasn't born to
count reality


aviisevil Apr 11

an open door
preched upon a
quiet hill

rusty old door
waiting for no one
stands still

when it rains and
when it spills—

         and

from her rails her
branches burgeon

her roots carved
into the soil

wooden stiles
freed of burden

now sprawl out
into the void

from her keyway
her eyes pry

shattered glass
that took her voice



her hinges


the last of her




last of a home
left for spoils


the last of a home
withered and spoilt




O' the lonely wooden
door!


the paint has
withered away

         time




once it had a
home

once there was
a home



the last of steps
the beginning of
nothing


no windows
no walls
no nothing

       and

my favourite
place

the last of
my steps

my kingdom of
a thousand thoughts
caught and spilled




filled by the silence
that haunts


O' my lonely old
door!


how it weeps
—old door



in the mouth
of autumn

through the month
of summers

in the lashing
winds of mid year

every shade of
winter




now craved in
the ruins

that only comes
but with age



O' the lonely old
door!

holding a sunset


     stands still


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