A Poetic Responce to Kamelot's "Poetry for the Poisoned."

Complete Chaos

The Great Pandemonium

A clangorous noise

Echoes through the caverns

Of a depraved mind and

Shakes the foundations

In support of the temple of sanity

Clutching the frame of my skull

Grasping for nonexistent equilibrium

Thinking

If tomorrow came

Would it reestablish peace?

In my tumultuous thread of thoughts

Consulting the zodiac,

I only reconfirm the ever present darkness

That leaks through the dank nerve passages

In an inconsolable mind

Suddenly a panorama of stars brightened

Through the canvass of abysmal darkness

Preserving the coldness in my mind

The Hunter appears, resplendent

Reaffirming the solitude on the outside

So, I plunge deeper into my mind

Escaping the material

And think once more

On the House on the Hill

An illusion that offers false security

While the chaos around me endures

From outside that house, I stand atop

The Morbid Necropolis

Surrounded with fragile glass flowers

Beneath me, infernal forces

Blaze through the city’s structures

Shredding the humanity from the

City’s cultured corpse

Within me, my train of thoughts

Chug effortlessly towards

My small sanctuary of serenity

Then, it Derails and produces

Toxic cynicism

A Seal of Woven Years,

My amassed memories of beauty

Futilely Consoles my smoldering corpse

That still lights with malevolent flames

Sometimes, the beauty begins to disintegrate

Though it works tirelessly to remain intact

An image of my deceased loved one

Recites evocative prose

To my poisoned mind

Afterwords, the desiccated body of my lover

Becomes more pronounced as

They Outreach their bloodied hands

To my blackened hands

And offer me an opportunity to be immortal

“Once upon a time”

I whisper detachedly

Reminding the devilish demon

Of my lover’s true state

Spontaneously, the figure blackens

Along with my own horizon of blackness

With this, I will regain light soon enough

Only until the turbulent storm returns once more