MY APOCALYPSE

The shrieking quiescence piercing my throat,
Ejaculates a violently pacifying nimbus.
The smoky zephyr rekindles my goad,
My phantom awaits the stalking Succubus.

Doleful stars, scouring the graves,
Snatch the dying flesh of the phaeton.
Lunatic Luna, arousing its slaves,
Calmly hacks the clandestine orison.

Zombies surround me, bathed in mire,
Phoenixes, bewailing their self-destruction;
The brightly dark sables conspire,
Building my pyre, my death construction.

My body, crumbling, so long has hanged,
On poles, fettered amidst the dead.
I wait, foreseeing my doom being planned,
An iron maiden, donning my head.

The Beast arrives, Succubus behind,
With a sanguinary memento, plucked from the bliss
Of surmounting terror. That apocalyptic mind
Chars my lips, giving me, my steaming Kiss.

... And the HELL gleams in MY APOCALYPSE.