Shock; Question, Whether To Suffer Or

A long veil like shining wind, Become entangled
in a deep and profound association—The ghosts are all I know—
Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning
Subhuman, so annoying, Tense with the madness of owners;
i Sing the embodied scream, tremors gone sallow and
wings flown low on sweetberry justice;
We're just born to die Draw your names among their ashes
For this burning in my veins, The promise has run dry.

A one-sided passion is destroying him Now mocks his senseless caution
Hazard conceded, fate you bleeded Blown away; but the rooftops
Toward eternity Emerge a single noon—
The sage cannot conjecture; The words just eddy around themselves
Seven candles burn so bright, Fade into the dark and cruel night
The time was scarce profaned: Unconscious our returning
How to express the horror of the embrace To a prince of impossible blood
This element is the end of all and the beginning of all.

A odyssey holocaust heart kick on tomorrow;
Upon the thorn she turns, for love's incessant sake
Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore
Thrilled me—Filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before
Much more in the darkness Creeps this petty pace from day to day
A deep loss classified now as this wandering On this long storm;
Undermines him all his life, It all crashes down, and you break your crown
A lifetime of fucking things up fixed in one determined flash.

All now is so unfamiliar, that innocent Beautiful liar
Let slip at times some strangely garbled words
Submissiveness mingling in him with an almost brutal desire,
Self-loathing, the anger inside, Killers of the new frontier;
This is such a sweet collaboration -- Lesson learnt, tomorrow burnt
Show them by the look on their faces,
speak out in a marvellous, helpless voice: Time lends madness other weapons;
Now he rules over a dead world.

Live your life alone, in darkness and seclusion
A moment of nearly absolute ignorance; Arc and dips of their angelic suicides
He alchemizes by moonlight A mixtures of blood and body, a penetrating
Perfumes exist that are as cool as the flesh of infants;
A moment of nearly absolute ignorance upon the stage—
Sort through his incessant questions,
Sublimate a piece of natural human folly into a horror and
then excorcise it with truth.

The light flickered in his eyes and died, leaving them dark and haunted
These are the eyes of disarray -- pretty noose is pretty pain
In rapt horror The Golden eyes The shape of hourglasses;
Fly on tarred and feathered wings, Swimmin' in half truths
Just feed the war cannibal animal Dancing in the cathedral:
They ripple tensely, they can hardly contain
When they touched me I died Swimming
Burrow down and in, blow up the outside world.

Always squatting on one's shoulder like a warlock's fiend
is the knowledge of the hunger
Let tall walls and buzzards change the course
Into the blackened stubble that shut like a fan toward the headland
I caught the moon today pick it up and throw it away;
Leave you like an addiction That we had rather not with him—
A vampire calling himself Caine will appear in some part of the world or another
My discourse is at an end, my treachery complete.

The above poem, "Shock; Question, to suffer Or" is a cento, a work created from the collage of lines sewed together from a multiplicity of other works. View Sources.