Of Verse Of Pains Poem by Mark Joseph Rebellion

Summoning the painful gush of astonishing sobs.
Every flamed chimney flushed undone onto ravishing blizzard.
Tell each folks leave no spies.
Talk to layman with a phrase of who you really are.

Pierced into savagery of an impeccable delight.
Famish as I eat the flesh rawer than meals.
Whining fangs as I give them fright.
A dreadlock on dusk but hollowed dawn it feels.

Oh leave the counted casket for all.
Thy wreck the angst grew among the tall.
Feed my empty dome dying in starvation.
Dump each bite and nibbles on way to follow.

Lend an ear to the rustles on the bush.
Louder than it seems of a yelling benign of bruise.
I stained down the bleach of the purest river
A rarely cursive cussing cure, to whom I'm still a fever.

I fear no dark but not an early dim.
Bathing into stars not in its master of dame.
Melts like wax and vanish into thin.
Weighs more than pound, of losing novelty and fame.