An old one, but a good one!

I wrote this one years ago as a sort of intro page for an essay on Modernity and Expressionist art. I wrote it around 2003. Hope you enjoy reading it!

the conscious abyss

the rumble of light penetrates the glow of death
in the moonlight heat the years turn into brazen
tears,
perpetual allegations tear into the warmth
of premature wombs,
my mother the death of light, colours of black
that tingle from the trampled orchids of our decaying
desires,
emotions ripped onto an endless pathway
stretched against our icy corpses
as flesh decays in our mind's eye—
the stir of red, death in black runs
down the bare back of an isolated eclipse,
while white walls with ivory life runs dry with thick blood
as crystal raindrops turn into abandoned
rooms deep within the cavity
of a growing machine—
let death run its course,
a rotting fetus conscious of its doomed
existence, my life now an infected
wound, my eyes open shut, slits drawn out and exposed
to my morbid fascination with blood
and rusted memories—
this is my ecstasy, a fallen angel
crucified, whipped to its knees
by the crush of a coming blitzkrieg,
a plague within the soul of eternal passion,
the mouth of shame has opened wide
to a voidless galaxy of endless possibilities
into the perversion
we call life.