Horror animatronic via u/gucciclit
© MARTINA MILLEN
Dear vampyrrhic lover, I am bare.
From all the wars I ever fought, all the triumph,
From all despair
Beautiful lover, I am bare.
For all the love you could never give,
You took all the guilt that was never yours
So it seemed your hatred was all that you could spare.
Vampyrrhic lover, remove the mask and you are bare.
Dear vampyrrhic lover, I’ve never been more vulnerable.
I never thought I needed anyone.
I can’t believe I could be so wrong.
For all the leaves on all the trees,
Ours are surely burning.
Avert your eyes so you may see,
Us both unmasked and bare,
Planet God is still surely there
Violently and silently churning.
Grind your teeth, fist to the sky
There is a price for a life lived deliciously
Pray for forgiveness and close your eyes
Self proclaimed and righteously.
Lower your head, look to the ground
Eyes still closed and rolling
Seek and find of teething chide
And the lovers’ soft condoling
Steep and sear till kingdom come
So filled by one desire,
But in your dreams, once again,
The going and gone of fire.
I could’ve sworn I slept and dreamed all those blended years. And, I’d only fathomed the Moon as light to confess to and see by. Dread the Sun and suffer its gaze. Should the Sun be my father, the Moon is surely my mother. What sins have I, mother? How drenched were these sheets? The Moon is my mother. What horrors she has witnessed! And, watched her children all but quake and burn away under the heat of the eyes of her lover star. I know I threw myself awake to see the wreckage of my dreams, to burn away under the Sun.
How quickly harlot eyes become angelic when beheld by her children!
“O’ shiver not once more or ever, my child! Know the horror will end, when sunlight and moonlight drip down your chin, all those crimson ivory pillars will be cleansed by angel eyes all wreathed in purity and colored with honey, and all your secret sins and vile viciousness will weather away to nothing, and all the nightmares fade, and sweetly dreams dressed in silk will wrap you up, and those mouths full of teeth will close and let you rest, and hellfire quales will vanish, and the blood will clot, and your tears will return, those hewing Northern winds will hew no more, those hounds will gnash no more, your fevers will break, the swords will sheath, the breath will come, the glass will mend, the marks will fade, and raindrops will dance warmly and softly on your skin, and my child will sleep.”
I could’ve sworn I’d been asleep. Please, I thought I was asleep. I’m so sorry, I was asleep. Please, God, please, sleeping. And, now, I’m so tired. Please, I need to sleep. I’m so sorry, I’m so tired.
Should all my life be a dream, I’d suffer all the nightmare just to glimpse your eyes before I awoke. I’d awake to nightmare without you. And beg, oh I’d beg to sleep again just for one more glimpse of you.
Planet God, Goddess Eye, Dream Dealer
Italian dagger with agate hilt, silver hilt and sheath, 16th century.
from The State Hermitage Museum (Russia)
In the dream, you wore my skin as weapon, armor, and bond. Position rightly, bare your teeth as testament of your nobility. The edges of the dream are perforated and in duress. The dream shakes and shivers like wolf-howl shudders echoing out of time and into my very bones. In the dream, God wore modern cloth and spoke with ancient tongue, gripping me with sonorous eruption. In the dream, my snake skin slithered forth and clothed you. With grinding jaw, you, divest of snake skin, bathed in sonorous evening light. In the dream, the waking kills, the teeth romance, and the Planet God embraces.