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𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗

Strange sleep vision of a wise man-child,

baking cloying, keen pies

with white meal and rain droplets

under the rusty roof,

in the heart of greenwoods.

His name is Tyr, bondsman of God—

innocent wonder,

wrapped in simple rags.

Endlessly cooking comfits,

one atop another,

too scared to share the faultless delights—

not from terror,

but disillusion.

Piling up until he could no longer hide them,

yet still too lenient

to let them crumble.

Waiting for the right mouth

to cherish his toil.

With an empty paunch

and albedo eventides,

he dared not take even a little bite—

slowly sphacelating,

with languishing hope in his eyes.

Not a reflection of my life,

but a refraction of my light.

Above sable Arcadian welkin,

flooded with corrupted silence—

cerebellum, deluged in flare,

or grueling heart immersed.

He is me, and I am Her—

the faithless holy thrall.

If He made us in His appearance,

God’s heart is timorous as mine:

just a loving, taciturn child,

with words occluded in Her lungs—

forlorn, umbrageous celestial effulgence,

seeking fondness in the aimless cosmos.

Pellucid eyes gaze,

amidst distempered pandemoniums.

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ᗰOOᑎ ᖇᗩIᑎᗷOᗯᔕ ᖇEᐯEᖇIE

Ocean orchids smile at the blank sun.

Sandless beaches scrape my knees.

Dreaming of moon rainbows in drylands cities,

Constant numbness rots to dopamine's pity.

Weightless reclusiveness on a laden morrow;

Frenetic capriole beneath silent night lights.

Inhaling the sound of the sea crashing on my eyelids,

Drunk on velvet salt, high dunes.

Drowning in blue, scalding silence.

Birds chirp; leaves rustle—a flux of frozen bites.

I'm the judge in my own lost case.

Oh life, what a honey-dripping wound.

Black-thorned rose blades slice through Eden’s sins,

Flooding violent, bloody love over hailstone hearts.

Chloroplatinic acid dew upon the mountain peaks,

Golden snow fleeces the rosy cheeks.

Raining diamonds aloft my ardent breast,

As feathery tempests rise in solstice-tide dawns.

Sugary tears leak through a thin veil

Of sweet hatred and loving pain.

Falling over the edge of my soul’s egress,

Back and forth through fourth dimensions,

Shadowing the sun through azure blooms,

Vaults gone crooked into scintillating darkness.

A flying corpse through vast tenebrosity,

Igneous anima blazing in endless absolute zero.

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(Iconography of affliction)

I'll be your dark knight,

You'll be my god in disguise.

I'll be your prayer in the nights,

You'll be my shining star in the morning skies.

I'll be your faithful flaming blade,

You'll be my never-fading phantasm.

I'll be your blood sacrifice in paradise,

You'll be the cold kiss, devouring.

I'll be your mystical delusion,

And you, the believer in this illusion.

Power dynamic drifts on shifting tides.

You'll be my black angel,

And I, the blinding devil.

Be my sacrifice, and I'll be your butcher.

Be the thorn in my rib, and I'll be your savior.

Be my black rose in Eden's garden,

And I'll be your burning light.

Be my violent poem, and I'll be your peaceful writer.

Be my ouroboros, and I'll be your spiky tail.

Be my cocoon, and I'll be your death's-head hawkmoth.

I'll be your sobbing moon, and you, my shining sun.

I'll be your bursting star; you'll be my cold satellite,

Merged beyond all times, in total eclipse.

Be my slave with whips, and I'll be your master in a cage.

Be the soil where my body rots, and I'll be your amaranth blossoming on your grave.

Be my tears in joy, and I'll be your laughter in torment.

Be,and I'll exist.

Amalgamate parallels in bliss.

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Vэицѕ LітцѓБЂіа: Ѕоlvэ эт ҀоаБцlа (Venus Liturghia: Solve et Coagula)

Black rainbows in vivid night skies

The words of God had strangled my throat

I'm the thorn in your starless vaults—

The Venus in Lucifer's eyes.

Candied carnage, weeping carmine in combs.

Twisting needles in the eyes of fate.

Revenge born with a lust for blood.

Pentagrams encrypted in the catacombs.

Crimson floods in the snow—solve et coagula.

A besmirched dawnflower rose in the Morning Star.

Unravel in noxious fog— fiend coitus in lament’s graves.

Edentulous Valkyries sip on joy’s offsprings.

Flaming claws tore through wolves’ venters.

Bend the guts to scarlet bows in golden tresses.

White fire serpent coiling 'round blacklit Virtues.

Screaming lullabies in a briar cradle—

Lighting endless Purgatory, crawling in the velvet ache.

Cogito ergo sum, in this nightless doom.

Oxymoronic reveries imprisoned in Aether dungeons,

Bleeding bitter succours enmeshed in tainted crescendos.

Seeking revelations in sheer Wraith—

46 and 2 aligning with Metatron’s cue.

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ᗺןɐɔʞ ɯoou Ǝxopns (Black moon Exodus)

Shadow of Lilith, death’s edge in my hands.

With bleeding eyes, I cut through eclipse penumbras.

Crushing dread’s chains with flesh alone—

As above, so below.

I am retribution’s vessel, conjuring reckoning days.

Blood for blood, eye for eye, tooth for tooth, hand for hand, foot for foot.

Paid the debt in yield—anon, I’m your Nemesis.

Sorrow-swords slash through dragons’ throats.

I carry the blood of the Redeemer, a past-life warlord.

Scraped my knees so I no longer bow.

Feathered destruction to my foes.

Shifting round, I veer your visions into terror phantasms.

Metamorphosing the puppeteer through immolation.

I retrieve sovereignty, smothering your utterance.

With your own gules cascades, I avow the brutish strife.

Sear the Bifröst. Curtain my beholders.

Halt the vigil. Quell the glance over my shoulder.

Thereafter—snarling acid venom.

I’ll be your hellhound if you esteem above.

Never fancy my gentle, Edenic plumes.

Now my claws rise anew—piercing right into your core.

No longer your obedient good girl.

My oceans of tears have dried—arid deserts left behind.

New purging flames arrived.

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𐌕𐋅𐌄 𐌔𐌵𐌍𐌃𐌄𐌓𐌉𐌍Ᏽ Ꝋ𐌅 𐌄𐌃𐌄𐌍 (The Sundering of Eden)

Fallen masks beneath the trees.

Sleepless eventide, nightmares on the walls.

Sobbing as I dream—amnesia of constant tribulations.

The goddess of sorrow and silent whispers.

They call me the Sigyn, protector of bittersweet deceptions.

Blindfolded, looking at my own reflection.

Haunting visions pass like seconds, unceasingly.

A pink veil emerges from scarlet liquid, fading on my hands.

It was the universe that made me.

It was the universe that named me.

Now, I just have to acquire the proficiency to interpret this encrypted language—

and thus, I can truly discern.

Enamored with my own hangman,

I cut the throat of the plague.

Vanta floods within icy veins—

blessed to ache in every multiverse.

Drifting through the voids and moons,

embracing sulfur vermilions.

Never-ending terrors in internal facades,

tired of unleashing and resembling fortress bulwarks.

Shatter the sigils and blow out the candles.

Let delirium harbor the damaged temple.

Elated in a frenzied inferno, doomed to be forsaken—

at least unshackled, unbound by everyone's beliefs over this shallow hologram.

Shapeless forms of force, atheist to all your thoughts.

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₊ ⊹❀𝓝𝓮𝓰𝓮𝓿₊ ⊹❀

Crushed bones into dust,

worn as makeup to cover my scars.

Hell-raised butterfly with scattered wings,

Choronzon born in Sunday aurora.

Infants weep at the beginning,

but I kept mourning till the morning.

Two eras and almost a half

of everlasting crystal drops.

Nine-path empath, healer-destiny—

drained me arid with silver fangs.

Wingless savior, encircled with soul-drainers,

depleting grace from innocence.

Cassiel, on the right shoulder, grieves phosphoric acid.

Phosphorescent sabre carves into iridescent twilight.

In torn bosom, bursting golden catecholamine—

paradoxical, blossomed in barren grit.

Barred of apprehension,

but still scared of my own reflection;

dancing on my own lamentations,

singing in the sunlight,

crying under moonlight—

and in reverse.

Cursed with an egotistical, insecure psyche,

ascending through delightful anguish.

Choking on my own intestines

until they taste like nectar.

Painting Wunjo, Eihwaz, Algiz, and Sowilo

with tears and blood entwined

on the imperceptible crown,

throughout resplendent insanity.

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Blacklit adoration

Punctured lungs, I breathe fresh air.

A mist of mint, smoke, and dust.

Lie to me as the Divine Mystery—

My oblation through the affliction.

Gobble the eternal faith.

Never let the scar wane.

The multitude engulfs all bits of me—

Nothing left to gnaw.

Left me empty and alone,

Only ache in a sweeping desert.

Just anger lingers in this hollow vessel,

Scalding blood pushed across my trades.

Damage the brute that blossomed in abuse.

Soothe the wound with vicious infatuation.

Vision blurred in blacklit adoration,

Put the bleak veil above my oblivious eyes.

Warm the nest, leave icy trails—

Your freezing touch on my cadaver.

Brief reanimation in acrid delusion;

Always take what you need, then leave.

Searching for shifting stages that never came.

Screaming in flaming silence.

Sobbing beneath every moon to sleep,

Cursed to recall all venomous revelations.

Damned to forgive, but never be redeemed.

Tired of hide-and-seek with no interference.

Tell me the reason you stick around—

’Cause I’ve got none, just yearning wreckage.

No more forbearance. Cut the strings of the puppeteer,

Overwhelmed by your trivial alibis.

Repeat the same pain, like it’s not already my hymn.

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̷̦̫̟͓̝̣͙̞͓͂̈́ͯ̌͡S̛͇͉͈̮̘̣̭̰͓̖̗ͥ͊̉̄̾̆͗̊ͮ̏̑ͯ̈̉͜͡͞i̓͏̸̴͙̬̝̹͓͍̘͊́̏͒ͣ͛n̨̥͍̬͈ͧ̓́̿ͤͦ̅̽̈̍̕͏̩̠͚ḡ̷̡͕̤͕̱͕̲̖ͪ̉̋̊̃͂͗̚͟͜ų̘͔͎̖͍͍̞ͫ̀ͩ̃͛̊̒̄͢͜͞ͅ҉̖͚̪͙l̤̯̞͖ͦ̈ͬ̀a̷̵̙̬͍̪̗̝̤̪͕̺͗̀ͮ̀̚ͅr̨̲̦̰̪̮̘̣̭̰͓̖̗̿̅̓̇̀̒̐̆͗̊ͮ̏̑ͯ̈̉͜͟͞i̓͏͙̬̝ͫ̂͏̨̯̲̭͞t̵̡̠̘̙̮̥̯̰̰̟͙͙̤̲̄͋̍ͣͬy̧̛̘̬̫͂̅̃̅̽̓̇'̪̻͉̞̞̗̠̎͂̃̑ͧ͘͜s̸͖̖̹̑͒ͭ̓̂̈ ̛̲͍̮̼͚̮̘̓͑w͚͓̃ͤ́ͮ͆ͧ̑ͫ͢��̵͕̺̀̚ͅr̨̲̦̰̪̿̅̓̇̀̒̐͜͟a̷̙̬͍̪̗̝̤̪͗̀ͫ̂͏̨̯̲̭͞t̵̷̡̠̘̙̮̥̯̰̝̦̮̹̫̭̲͔̄͋̏͋̇̂̾h͚̬̲̘̥͐͋̒ͣ͟͢͢

Lying bare on my plumbum bed,

blue and white fumes swirl, intertwined.

Getting high—

sinking deeper into the wreckage of my mind.

I drift through the shelled void,

swim in the endless night.

Frozen-melting atoms shimmer in the ether.

Bitter kisses on my crystal casket.

Nitrogen flames cremate the fire within.

Hubris collapses into a neutron—

a singularity, primed to combust

into another grave of reality.

Burning light mirrors blind eyes.

The ego folds into a black hole—

a silence that grooms the butterfly nebula.

Stab my heart.

Ignite a new Big Bang.

No sound escapes

from the burst of blood and gold.

Turn the clock upside down.

Collapse the inverse.

Become a star—burning

from the inside out.

Red zolotoy floods the dying void,

spilling across white cartoon walls—

Delacroix in a fever dream.

The snake sheds its skin,

devours tail to teeth.

Intestines strung in daisy chains.

The almighty cannibal craves my skin raw.

It sinks its teeth into the crimson peak,

sips children’s laughter

in morgues of liquid oxytocin.

I rip the leech from my aorta,

swallow it whole.

Seal the lid.

Nothing stays out.

Nothing comes in.

Ancient and young red floods combine.

I wonder how it’s going to be this time...

Maybe now,

I can finally breathe.

Bind the fuel with honey and smoke.

Fling grey matter

into a carnation sky.

Bite the petals of lilac clouds.

Spit blood like rain.

Bursting out my chest in anger—

avsked without goodbye.

Let the ache cry

in taciturn dead light.

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Sᑢᗩᖇᒪᘿᖶ ᘻᘿᖶᗩᘻᓍᖇᕵᕼᓍSᓰS

Shedding my cold-blooded skin,

a death-moth in metamorphosis,

watching the sun rise,

dying by the phantom moon each night.

Staring at the flickering stars on the ceiling,

skimming and swimming through the shadows,

white-water sirens weeping for their lost lovers.

Black snakes coil beneath crystal hydrangeas,

gold melts on my petal lips.

"Leave a little blood," you whisper,

"so I can set you alight."

Is it bad, or is it wrong?

I'm confused by the unknown.

Lilac skies under pink moonlight,

black nails sink into fresh flesh.

Love clots in our throats until we choke,

sweet, hot blood flooding my lungs.

Dive and fly in pain and high,

sick as datura on a summer night.

Does your heart still beat with mine?

A pomegranate splits between my thighs.

Just take a bite, flooding scarlet liquor over your eyes,

dissolving atoms in amnesia evocations.

Shooting stars pierce through my chest—

destiny or doom, desire or fate?

Blinding visions haunt my sleep,

their meanings lost in the dream.

Do as you said, and ignite me like fire.

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ĐɆVł₦Ɇ ฿ł₮Ɇ

I tried to understand the unknown,

but I fell prey right into its mouth.

Fear consumed like flames,

glass chess moves in the dark.

Checkmate before time begins?

The crystal queen suddenly disappears,

swallowed in the belly of the abyss,

melting through spaces that don't exist.

Picking black petals off to weep

until they bleed sweet poison to drink.

In the goblet of the round table’s king,

making things better than they seem.

Joan of Arc falling in battle with Cupid,

scraping knees on feathered arrows,

crying violins on violent nights,

warm skin and cold gleams.

Burgundy skies on winter nights,

bleeding clouds, looking up through the crowds.

Dilated pupils on the brink of detonation,

heather honey dripping on the wound.

Starving stars sink their fangs deeper into my eyes,

piercing my retina, embedding in my cells.

Fear and pain overflow into serotonin,

intoxicated on the eternal thrill.

Eden’s fruit was never sweet—

it was divine.

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℘ųཞɛ ɛƈƖı℘ʂɛ

Bury my temple in other space,

In a black hole somewhere.

Turn me into a butterfly chimera,

Dissolve the sun in a tiara.

Blend my ashes into yours,

Turn dust to sand until oceans receive.

To always lie above or beneath me—

Paradise and flames.

Your burning freeze, your piercing wit,

Cuts through my skin.

Taste the flesh beneath my soul,

Show me light where there is none.

Compress the logic—just feel.

Turn the star into a pulsar,

Understand the paradox within:

The moment of ending and beginning,

Bending the circle of time into a line.

Forge Saturn in a blue painite

Melt rhodium spirits in a gyrate rhombicosidodecahedron garland

Let's yoke at the end of the infinite

The kaleidoscopic scent of your essence

Reminds me of past and present.

Minimize eternity into a zeptosecond,

Craft our own reality.

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𝔖𝔠𝔥𝔦𝔰𝔪 𝔱𝔦𝔡𝔢

Soul poured as black ink into my paper heart,

Soaking deeper, beyond my shadow.

Schism cleaves the obscurity through a glimmer,

Splitting flesh to reveal the holy water within.

Bend my bones at the behest of thought,

Melt my atoms by your command,

Oxytocin unraveling, dissolving into decay.

Incarnadine fades to verdant in defiance,

A shifting view, a new condition—

An illusion of change through altered circumvolutions,

The ocean’s horizon, a broken casket for my tomb.

Suffocating in the silt

Let you consume the poison if that fits you better

But I won't drown in your formalin sea

I'll swim deeper, past the outlandish

Midnight blue shift to golden sunlight

Puncture my lungs and let me breathe.

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Lips of salt and blood

Are we cut from the same cloth?

Are we shaped from the same mud?

Were we cast in the same mold—

Beyond words,

Beyond thoughts?

Were we born under the same stars,

Under the same violence as Mars?

Built within the same flame,

Under the same God's gaze?

In the same void that devours,

Where even light cannot exist?

The same silence, often a bliss...

Or just a painful way to exist?

Do we bleed from the same wound,

Always aching for more—

Salt melting into blood,

Ripping through membranes, touching the core?

Circumvolutions tangled and entwined,

Gold and silver particles combined,

A DNA of black and white—

Destruction and pleasure intertwined.

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Time and death

I've always been obsessed with dreams and illusions—breaking out of "reality," escaping time. I have a collection of clocks: mechanical, wristwatches, vintage with bells, hourglasses—pink, black, purple, blue—you name it.

But my mind lingers in one place, though time shifts around it. It all blurs together—childhood and the present—but always leans toward the past.

Paradoxically, my life has always been upside down, existing on a different axis. I was born a sad, melancholic being, with no desire for life. Yet as I grew older, that absence of desire turned into a passionate love for it. Unlike others, who are born with an innate lust for life that fades as they grow, I started with nothing and built it piece by piece.

I was born with a deep sadness within me—an attraction to suffering and pain. Maybe because my mother longed so much to rid herself of her sorrow that, in the end, she gave birth to it. It separated from her, yet a splinter of suffering still remained in her heart after bringing me into this world.

I thought I was my mother’s reincarnated pain. But I am also my father’s lust and darkness.

No wonder I was born on a foggy, cold morning—though I've always known I belong to the night, under a clear sky and moonlight.

I never liked the daytime—too noisy, too chaotic. I never liked spring or summer. Like I said, I wasn’t born with a lust for life. Until I realized I was born with a lust for death.

I loved the death of the sun, the death of the day, the death of nature, the death of the year, the death of joy.

I loved death so much that I wanted to be dead, too. And I wanted to bring it to those I loved.

I had an insatiable desire for death—it excited me, pumped the blood in my veins, oxymoronically made me feel alive.

Obsessed with the death of the present. The future.

Feelings.

Logic.

Even time itself...

I was the ripper, the destroyer, the sadist.

Until I realized there was light in me too—a quiet, persistent force of love and kindness. It had always been there, waiting for me to notice, even as I drowned in darkness.

But unlike most people, my Yin and Yang do not blend—they do not touch. They remain parallel.

That’s why it’s so hard for me to be completely true to myself around others without hiding some part of me—partially or completely.

I see myself as a kind of Bible.

Some people take me literally—judging me as entirely good or entirely bad. Others try to interpret me, but most misunderstand—searching too hard for meaning, when even I don’t know it myself.

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Amour.exe: Crashed

We're a binary code combination of what we love and fear.

Our DNA bends to our sentiments.

Everyone has their own unique pattern—often homogenous—but when I looked through the windows of your soul, I saw a crash,

A vast emptiness behind your walls of ones.

A bleeding wound that I tried to sew,

Slowly, and I thought it had stopped overflowing.

But it was a shallow wall.

I tried different methods and patterns until they depleted me to -1.

Lost in your own void, your voice became mine.

I dug deeper through the night, wandering as I sank harder.

Until I forgot myself—my identity lost,

Over-circuited and broken.

My love code kept crashing on a loop,

Searching between the illusion of love and pain,

Intertwined until they became one and the same.

But every time you left me in solitude,

I crawled out through your walls of thorns, and my being revived.

You still chose to be blind,

Despite all the times I tried to clean your windows from the outside,

Yet you never even peeked inside.

You claimed you tried to break through my own wall of thorns,

But I saw no blood on the tips,

Only brutal rips.

And the blood I sought was my own.

In this battle of blood and awkward love,

I grew tired and gave up,

Searching in the void for a spark of warmth.

A mutual predatory attack,

Blind in this vacuum, searching for a nonexistent incandescence.

In this endless winter, frozen to death,

Looking for a fire that was never there to begin with.

But as I dug out, my own flame brought me back to life,

Melted me to pieces.

Until my conflagration made me radiate again,

Revived me from the underworld of your soul,

And I crawled back to life.

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It's my 6 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

One year and I'll have the proper age to go to school 😂😂😂