no life but pain

No life but pain….

I had no life but only pain
With so much grief and so much strain
My childhood so sad so dark
Illuminated by hellish sparks
Twisted lies and twisted friends
Hades’ spear through my heart was sent
Being teased and crowed upon
Made me distraught and forlorn
But my hearts still pumps blood through my veins
I had no life but only pain
As the shadows lengthen by the day
My life was a mongrel mad astray
Humiliation plagues my mind
Peace and solace I just can’t find
Shifting sands of my time
My funeral bells begin to chime
So young so naïve yet so cold
Evil lurks inside untold
Anger builds up like a termites nest
Clawing through my heart it does infest
One fateful day it all went loose
My life story began to construe
With cruel intent and knife at hand
I sent him to the never land
A juvenile crime I did commit
Confessed all at the pulpit
Sentenced to all my life in jail
My spirit so young my soul so frail
So till now I rot alone in my cell
Reflecting on my past life ---hell
But no regrets yet so much pain
Why was my friend by me was slain
Happiness for me is so scarce
Breath now is short through my nares
Hover above deaths waiting arms
For me it has an unusual charm
As everything goes black and so still
My life is a lie but truth is pain
…..and all to lose but nothing to gain!

By
Viswanath
20/7/06

A winter burial

A Winter Burial

Autumnal seizure with biting frost
Descends on earth cold holocaust
Cold as death sweet as absinthe
Banished theodic doctrines
No more pain no thaumaturgy
After death can there be misery
Testamental blurred but dark vision
No more life just abortion
Osculated with silent death
Into hexagonal coffins so put to rest
Scorched earth dug out and put in
Walpurgian spells are sauntered in
Phlebotomy I did love thee
Till I could do nothing but bleed
Articulating with disjoint death
But disconnected with life on earth
Six feet under with grave worms
Rotting their way to transform
A brazen corpse to putrefied shit
For no use rendered unfit
As the cold air wraps around
Eating flesh but no sound
Of life or lust or light of dawn
Into another being will I spawn?
So buried in this winter grave
Not in a cemetery but astray
In forests which whispers my name
Rotting in this lonely grave!

A nite in the grave yard

A night in the graveyard…

The moon rises, hangs above the serrated mountains
Whose shadows forebodingly creep
Towards the graveyard to ascertain
In my desolate mind, fear is profound and deep
As the air goes cold and bitter
The ground is moist and dank…
As a few forlorn stars in the vast sky shimmer
As the air turns foggy and stank…
A wolf howls at the lunar splendour
The few leaves rustle in the midnight breeze
Under the cedar stare the smell is sour
To the undead it doth please
Half festered corpses rise arise from hellish lore
The air indeed was musty and rancid
Behind a tombstone I scurried and hid
The fog thickened and was on the rise
Everything was white around and above for my helpless eyes
My mind knew that they were near
What would they do what is to be feared?
But suddenly the fog begins to disappear and the air turns warm
The dead zombies no where to be seen, the sun comes out…its finally dawn
The first rays of sun in the morn
Helios’ chariot leaves darkness torn
Thanking the gods I leave the burial ground
But my tombstone no where to be found…


By
Viswanath

A morbid dream

A morbid dream

I go to sleep this eerie night
To rid my self of all my plight
My eyes dead open to the skies
But mere sleep will not suffice
Erzulie crops up in my dream
I feel her hair I hear her scream
This cold dream metamorphosises
A nightmarish hell doth arises
Pegasus turns into the devil
His glare so dead so grim so evil
I march into his darkest lair
Filled with dank musty fragrant air
Skulls and bones stick from the wall
Their souls tormented on the ground they crawl
As I march on this dark cave
Tempers rise and sanity is frayed
Darkness relinquished by hellish flames
Dance to funeral hymns sweet octaves
The torture chamber becomes so clear
The rustic needles treat me so dear
Pierce my skin bore through my flesh
Touch my bone claw through my chest
I wince and writhe and scream with pain
I cannot move I am bound with chains
Hells own maidens laugh with pleasure
Sadist tendencies I cannot measure
Their laughter through hell does echo
My wounds are fresh my hearts is sore
Isabo with mad chained dogs
Numb with pain my legs are logs
The devil wants my soul he claims
His sole purpose is to torture and maim
From heavens above angels take pity
Gods help needed but in prime scarcity
I plead to the Satan to let me go
But he jus wont do he wants my soul
The flames continue to char my skin
They bore right through my arm my shin
More I cant endure this pain
I sell my soul in great disdain
His land has no law no decree
From this morbid dream I am set free


I wake up in the woods alone
But happy as my soul is still my own
As I thought that this was just a dream
My soul is my own not the devils but free
Suddenly the air stank of fire and smoke
I profusely coughed and I did choke
I quickly ran out of the woods to gaze
In disbelief my town is ablaze
The Devildom voyeurs have caught up with me
Satan now not has my soul but of 333
Satan now has the souls of all these people
Ablaze is the chapel’s sacred steeple
Burning and destroyed is the cross
God’s kingdom has suffered a loss
Satan as goodness he does feign
In hellish lore he supremely reigns
As Erzulie appeared when I slept
Deep inside the devil crept
Once again desire shepherds deaths certainty
As this morbid dream turns to a reality

By
Viswanath
19/7/06

A kingdom on its knees

A kingdom on its knees….

With skies ruptured like knifed orifices
Beneath esoteric gruesome sacrifices
As red sepulchers unveil ethereal skies
The air reverberates with blood curdling cries
With the king lay on his stained bed with pain….
And the enemy’s superior armies reign
Chaos pandemonia death and fear…
Fragrant blood in the dank musty atmosphere
As Hades army marches into the town
Death destruction and tattered dilapidated gowns
Houses ablaze, ensnared children crying for their dead protectors
And Devildom voyeurs laugh with sadistic pleasure
With skies ruptured like knifed orifices
Beneath supernal human gruesome sacrifices
As night falls on this forsaken land
A kingdom once palatial and grand…
As darkness embraces the squalid corpse
Their lifeless open eyes through which their soul froths
Towards the skies so empty so vast
But alas
The king breathes his last breath, indeed
Another kingdom brought down to its knees

By
Viswanath