Poems - by Orbler

They took away the sun
It had turned to ash and faded away
a ball of nothingness
waving, then falling
a mass of dry gray snow
covering our darkened rock
filling lungs and rivers
making murky the water
destroying everything
the oceans are a puree of muck and filth
hardening and turning to sludge, to rock
until only the definition of whether the long stick your hand caresses
still caked with slimy dead skin
is that of a whale or an elephant
will distinguish it's hardened face
from the remains of the dead planet
conversations end
killing
rape
killing
rape
for words have no power in this land of death
this land where light is only from electricity
that is quickly running out
or from fire
which is running out of things to burn
a man indeed has only so many daughters to fuck and burn
fuck and burn
fuck and burn
emotion is ended
hope is gone
the air is sick with poison
we are dying amongst the dead in a land of death
until we cannot distinguish which is which
we used to think being chased by zombies
creatures of darkness
was 'horror'
but horror is becoming such things
losing mind
losing love
feeling every hope for humanity
every speck of reality
slowly die
we are not the dying
we are the dead
we eat the flesh of what we find
we cook the newborn
when we have the luxury of fire
Do not weep for them
fuck, you smarmy cunt, you son of a fucking bitch fuckstain, DO NOT fucking weep for them
They know nothing of pain
not as we do
Why hold on
to this loosening thread
the sun is DEAD
The SUN is DEAD! shall I speak the words brothers?
we fuck and we shit and we drink and we eat
the taste of blood is not unusual
AIDS does not weary us
Though the years condemn
Oh God! Where are you now?
You are gone, left this fucking wasteland
left this hole
this festering wound of maggots
Oh Satan! Won't you stay a bit longer
help us live
help us survive
help us with our piece of bullshit hope
that we will together pick up every piece of the sun
and put it back together
light it and place it back in the sky
but the sun is nothing now
not even a thought
the idea of warmth, save for the few living cocks cunts and assholes we find
is gone
the idea of anything
is gone
of form or possibility
of future
we long for death, we are death
but we do not die
though we crave the end, it is not to be
we fuck
shit
eat
fuck
shit
eat
drink the blood
words are functionless
we are cursed
the cursed who remain
and we long to leave this place
for the promise of Hells mercy
oh for a river of fire, the smell of sulfur
Oh what sweet release from this cage
But yet, we live
we do not end
We walk this Earth, cursed and a curse
we eat though all is eaten
we drink the blood when water is gone
our own semen and piss when water is gone
we are not aware of one body from another
we are one
a collective pain
a collective agony
a single scream and moan
and the end does not come
Nay; my brothers we scream and call and beg for it
Our teeth rot inside our faces, finger freeze and snap like twigs, eyes melt and limbs scratched and swollen are nothing but lumps of pus and scraps of meat
and yet
we
do
not
ever
fucking
end
For the Grim Reaper does not dare to tread this ground
reality is gone
we exist in our own heads
(do we?) don't we?
(or do we?) And what was was
Or was certain
is no more
Did I fuck yesterday
or was I dreaming
When was yesterday?
When was anything
What is anything
Language is gone, as are concepts
Our bodies are broken filthy piles of meat
and yet, my brothers O my brothers
And yet WE DO NOT DIE

;Brenton Clutterbuck

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