six martyr place (v1)
step six: six martyr place
from “Xenomorphine, The Bonesetter’s Revenge, Book2”
grim arachnation
beyond the false
door, evil. tattered ends
lead to sacrifice and
into a siX.M.P. prison, of
sterilization, rank sanctuary
and barren
oasis.
evolution
became me,
just as whore
became her.
test subject number
86333, in the
hallowed halls,
physical pre
arrangement,
caustic change.
old dreams and
grounded hopes.
murderer. martyr.
guide. sherpa.
desperate,
beyond
the storms
of wrath.
torn apart into a vast
cumulus aftermath,
in this silent
wake of days,
and sullen
grace,
we die
for the cause.
for the clause.
for the laws.
for pause.
for our case, under
obscurious burning
skies, forsaken
with lies.
and redemptive
spikes. mio piacere,
ready set and
prepared be.
justice. peace. faith
fallen. eternal curse,
the worst terrain
imaginable.
end without
end, rugged, black
path. vengeance
willing, patient
antithesis
is me.
nurse.
doctor.
doorman.
spectre.
neighbor.
inmate,
brother,
with no chance
of escape.
these red windows
pattern our
partnership,
color this
crimson rich,
blacken the
dimmer
switch. I am
the astor place
of swollen walls.
shattered panes.
and empty
hallways, echoing
of tragedy,
begging for
mercy. on rusted
nails, sunken frames,
smashed hammers
and torn away
dreams.
we are
destitution
and abandoned
development,
left to rot,
by the moved on
and forgetful.
poor you,
and your mournful
ways, don’t judge me
as I become
the enemy.
sermonella poisoning
in venal course,
deep concrete channels
with scriptural force.
the lies drip deep,
corrupting with taint
bleaching the color
from spiritual paint.
theo(ry)logy chisels in
this mausoleum of the mind.
worship of the damned,
stigmata of the most wicked
kind.
this is the final
resting place for a shade
in fade. most wicked in
diction, confined
asphyxiated and
outshined.
close the doors
and draw the shades
the closets are empty
the walls coffinated
trapped for life
in murderous space, my
permanent residence now
six martyr place.