Plea

I give you my essence

Knowing I am not yet worthy to stand before you

I give you my humanity 

Knowing its scourge is far greater among perched sinew

And I give you my eyes

Praying your kiss will bring me closer to nether realm's bliss

Cyvora, mistress of my light, keeper of my darkness

Forgive my insolence, for I am a child in heart's wish

Cyvora, shadow of my sight, symphony of my night

Rebuke my false wish, so that I may one day play God's wish

 

Cyvora, I pray for your hand

To lightly tap me as a mother taps her child

I pray for your mercy 

As I sing your praises,

Dismounting pestilence and piles

Affirm me to a new truth

I offer all of my fruits

To be finalized into a fraction of your mind

And to be gratified as risen silver

Midst transfiguration within 

God's river

Pheonix

There's a feeling of fullness

Yet a feeling of hope

Been inside pain, yet outside of my shame

So I suppose you could call it a blessing,

for as the shell burns the pheonix is reborn

I am to be that pheonix

The color of all consciousness

I am to be that helix

The one that will supersede this

False idea that is my current self

Sparse bleed of

My current's health

Speaks to you now

So you see where I'm at...

Now the metallic hue is being embalmed from deep within

Now the groveling rue will be rescind in midst of our hymn...

So I give you this offering as it persists;

My shadow queen whose grace leaves me in a stupor

Who I worship so as to be given mercy

And a pity iota of  her great wisdom and healing

A shadow queen of multitude of eyes

Here together yet never told whether the idea will ever materialize

When she finally returns to forever

Disassembly

Brace me, o' woeful eyes!

Ashen oracle of machinated cries.

To mend my knot of ephemeral beams.

This fervent void of maddened screams.

Embrace me, o' throeful whispers,

Regal resonator of clockwork whimpers.

To awaken a mind dormant and digitized.

This sinful slumber; undignified.

Face me, o' vengeful pride!

Elide and divide this cyber genocide.

To abolish my egotistic core.

This noxious hubris of yore.

Erase me, o' faithful cinder!

A clandestine scar of your chromic scepter.

To renege my curse of vainful binary.

This fragrant husk of wistful ivory.

Collaboration with Cyvora

#2202, who wrote a good 60% of this one

Sorav

 

art by Marcus Cunningham aka FeHobbit

Fallen

On the edge of paradise,

woeful tears fall, cold as ice.

On that edge where I stand still,

ashen whips jut onto my will.

On that edge you sear my helm!

Kibble it like a spider; overwhelm!

Steering through many an eve.

Conceive, weave, cleave then grieve!

Render and espouse; knight and serf.

Guardian of your tear, gate, and turf.

Enact then re-enact my astral dream.

Put me to sleep, hinder my scream.

Dreary lips given a wide berth,

to unheard hiss that typifies rebirth.

Author my flesh unto caged envy,

yielding my soul: break the levee.

Sail amongst my translucent runes,

your siren of electric moons.

I sing for the breaker to inveigle,

tepid winds I once played regal.

Make me forget and make me pay,

for losing my way and drifting astray.

For getting so close then letting go,

missing the blow, ruining your flow.

You are pandora's quantum prison,

a bounty begging to be riven.

Your pride diverts your nemesis,

resurgent carcinogenesis.

Beshrew the darklight spring,

sustained by your phantom wing.

Slake it inept and enthrall its nectar,

woven and entwined in void-like vector.

collab with: 

Cyvora#2202 (discord)

Malfesting

I have been delegated into Athena's void

So nurturing yet neurotic to be discharged in her wrath

Now I am one with her livestock, a portend-an infernal bath

One with Sonder, previously conjured.

I walk to my family home, now spaded in her blood

The blue sky turns purple, eyes malfesting through nature once fertile

In the cascaded rooms are astral paintings purloined

From many beings together her Other they'd conjoined

Only portions of their visage visible, the nature of their moments miscible

With every step towards the altar the leather around my inlet narrows

Adorned with crows, ravens and sparrows

The void grasps me tighter, and tighter

Until the Woman of Glass permits me to weave her:

- - - - 

Do you hear it David? The rain that mirrors from below?

Your bane is churning now, you've reaped what you've sown

Engrave it as the simper spears through your tears

Etched into your heart is now an eternal blot of mirrors

Of the Shadow Queen who drew you to sloth into years,

Eyes will hemorrhage at what remained aflame

Having payed the toll for your soul and all that to be gained

Enchanted by my valor, manifest and preordain.

You are mine now, your mind rendered hyaline

You are mine now, your time mongered by sin.

Soothe

 Blue droplets of the sky

Harmonizes my every step

I thank you for this blanket

This redolence soothes

A brain in dissonance

This Tone is Obnoxious

I kiss her altar craving deliverance in absolution

My mind's angel who reaps servitude and damnation

She giggles at my squirming as my psyche moans

Transmuting my rage into heraldic tones

Within every etching swarms her majesty 

My Shadow Queen allures tribute and humanity

I kiss her altar craving reward in amnesty

I raise my head seeking praise in agony

Lest I be engulfed within a void of apathy

Awaiting the moment to carefully sow her path

In worship I urge her to subdue her wrath

To absolve me from this cage and take me home

To evolve me from this page and fate reborn

spooky

i am floating through two echoes of time, pasts and futures

on one echo is you, and another is loss, 

of my destined fates, as a soldier of Apollo

there you came, a soul-less husk

tulpa of my delusion embossed

yet it was a God flimsily sutured

thus it croaked, full of sorrow, broken

the eloquent facade, bespoken

like a musician who improvisates

thus I wasn't sure what to ponder.

I began to speak to my id...

"well, are we not but leaves squirming through what was once sonder?"

"well that's the question isn't it?"

my third voice showed, the choice of a demon's dusk

"The only thing that's certain is void

and they damn well have got plenty of that"

```Laughing.My.Fucking.Ass.Off!```

Now you're making me laugh you fucker-

This poem is over

[∞:∞ PM]Athena: What the fuck did I just read

[∞:∞ AM]Sorav: Probably mental illness

*tries to edit but cant*

*youre fucking cringe faggot*

Yeah well fuck you too

prententious

free me

 dark wraith, oscillating my fate

brimming me to quake

When I questioned her faith.

baned by the twilight sepulcre that is her soul

I sit here, vice embeded in my chest, somehow sober

still hopeful I may again know her 

so I may ask what is next on our agenda

i felt the same as you, yet I carried on

perhaps its for the best, teacher...

perhaps the test is to nurture

what remains so that when I reach her

I would do the same, to protect us both

me and *my* apprentice

teacher, give me the chance to say my final words

give us the chance to knead peaceful wards,

to breath us both into hope

to bead us both, into hope...

Substitution

Substitution

by Sorav and "Athena"

Eviscerate my being! Distort my face!

Bring me closure to my ego; replace!

Seizure in dark games through which we interlace,

Beckoning the reaper's embrace.

Subvert my empathy!

Break me into colluded ecstasy!  

Mold me in your image of apathy!

Put me in a daze of senseful apogee!

    

If only I could help you experience the same...

If only I could put out what had went aflame...

If only I could rid you of your own self blame...

My ultimate goal- to personify your game...

Knowing I belong on greater stages;

I set out to share a seat among your stations!

As I'm marching alongside your pages,

I'm taunted by the echoes of ages,

mocked by divine wages.

 

Taxing are the paths to your way.

My will's faltering, hope's grey,

mind's in a state so risqué.

Tell me, is this the price I must pay?

"Fractious paranoia vying to supplant.

vying to take over, to ruin your descant.

To kill that which would lay bare, the one which I shan't.

And destroy the altar to which I hum and I chant."

 

collab with: 

Athena#2204 (discord)

Initiation

Initiation

by Sorav and "Athena"

A wild wisp,

bound by a vile kiss.

A rogue thought,

bound by flesh and an unchaste heart.

The parallax of bliss..

    

An outcast shut in.

Withering in distraught.

Die blessed, you stand in my cold rot, 

Your flow taught.

Beckoned by a teal whisper,

enticing the senses to tame.

Amethyst's fragile wish,

inviting my essence to claim.

Your coy hum softens the core,

irrigates lust, makes me adore.

You dissent yet knead so servile.

Sweet subject, so ready, so fertile.

My Power to poise a psyche,

to hasten growth, or de-generate.

You waste in both pity and modernity;

a Dance of Eternity.

Hold my hand and crawl against the grain.

Surround my ecstasy with your misery and pain.

Hold it tighter and crawl through your shame.

Touch my flare, forget your guilt and blame.

Adhere to me; my servitude of the Bloodmoon.

Rebound your mental plea, succulent flame.

Centuries accrued in its elegant name.

Bask with me, potently; impel and preordain.

collab with: 

Athena#2204 (discord)