Nineteen Ninety One

I had an idea for a horror story called 1991 but just ended up writing a poem instead, enjoy:

1991

The year horror takes shape

another storm unleashed

blood runs in the streets

because the people can no longer

huddled masses

nameless hunger

now I wander

as time passes

mindless I remain

with lightning caught in throat

with thunder in my veins

with horror in my heart

pressed against my sleeves

where shards of love linger

down haunted avenues

leading me to you

how could I ever forget?

slumbering amnesiac

caught up in regrets

web-like arms outstretched

build for me a cathedral

of oozing Lovecraftian stone

masons driven mad

risen up like bones

protruding from the skin

of this aching dying world

but nothing like the throne

I will build for you my girl

across these eons

ripples in the darkness

a river runs underneath us

an ever present current

carrying me back

to this abandoned castle

a precipice of love

a lust I must now tend to

Nineteen and ninety one

scars in the sky descending

a warped and ancient view

gods we once rescinded

make of me an effigy

binding my own wounds

I lay down on the altar

prey to be consumed

devour me my cosmic queen

take this shapely form

choosing my destructor

has never felt so good

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