From blood, death darkens to stone's manifest......

We have entered the darkness now, as blood reigns up
from the clouds in reversal of fortuitous bounds
this circular contest, manifest to squared treks
every corner, every sect of me light neglects
thus I rest, impressed what my site accepts
the absence of breath, porous and callus death
A slit wrist, as death drips upon one's lips
departed, the soul splits, diminished from its gift.
Such an art, the sadistic mark I bear upon my heart
a scarlet letter has chiseled into this stone block
the darkness succumbs, such heartless renaissance
from the beat of the drum, rose a daemon's response.
Famine, death, war, give me more in rapport
in conquest of the four horsemen I resort
to scorch the earth into ash.....as it rains a blood bath
I bask in the puddles of my wrath
As I relapse, addicted to the aftermath
I laugh, pleased by all the souls I catch
in my web of beautifully designed traps, I track
every inch, every hole of darkness entrapped
for blood weeps, as I attack every body collapsed
the blood moon is visual.....year of the black
A matter of fact let the sun's flame contact
this black hole, absorbed, no escaping this act.

Through the colds of December, when cold's a little winter
when stone's a little colder, and breaths a lot thicker
My center, if breached, may not be what you want it
to be for the lava is a apart of me
Once yearning for warmth, now trying to flee
my medium does not exist, uncomfortably
In dawning of my statuesque form, I be
the alter, one lies upon, sacrificially
like the temperamental goat of sins, we all bleed
darkness of sight as stone cradles thee
as stone shades thee, in darkness's company
blood, death, darkness, and stone....infinity.

I am the stone that the builder refused
I am the inspiration, now used to cause grave wounds
battered and bruised to the depths of one's tomb
now the cornice, I am formed, bearing words of the blues
sung by Medusa, who's stare you shalt remember
her eyes, hollowed darkness to stone, for all genders
that travel the river styx with a two coin tender
placed upon the eyes, deflecting lights surrender
Enter, Kharon, the boatman of splendor
snatching the coins from thy eyes, a sight to remember
Through the blood, death, darkness, and stone lies home
where pain or paradise shall become your own.........