Charming Guilt

It hung, dilapidated,
a sweet curse against the bruised sky.
Larvae white tendrils of light scattered across mourning silence,
like scars against ripened cuts.
Tension, constricting and taut, meandered through a vacuum of oblivion,
annihilating all forlorn presences of life.

Columned clouds of bleak, unforgiving malice,
pulsed unevenly, gently pricking at a thin veil holding unconscious avarice.
I groped the shadows of satanic beauty,
as if caught in a wave of blindness.
Archaic memoirs of fear, fringed withering silhouettes of fragile souls.

The brooding hallucinations penultimate to mankind.
Forbidden glimpses into the unknown, the unseen, the unthinkable.
Overwhelming agony and overpowering curiosity,
tear yet caress fatally helpless minds.
Paralyzed bodies wrung dry with eternal despair.
A paradise of chaotic perfection,
our nightmares and terrors, our pleasures of charming guilt.
Dream catchers.