The flesh
It crawls
It crawls
It crawls
It disobeys
A wall of eyes
Looks unto me
And calls my name
Abaddon
He's here
Reopens the wounds
The black, the red
It breeds, consumes
The greed
It burns
It burns
It burns
It kills them all
The lord of fiends
Shows its fangs
And starts to maul
A murderess:
My bride
Her skin melts away
The hunger grows
But the mind decays
wicked doing always makes the mind insane and sufferer on death coming bed
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A deep thinking dark poem implying deconstruction of one's inner mind and body. And to use Abaddon the angel of the abyss is inspired writing and choice. A poem to make any reader challenge their own id.10++. Thanks Bryony for writing and sharing your poem of dark imagery.