B E A S T M O D E
chapter01
2 saturn's children
flagellated universe
hands like vices and teeth like rocks
remorseless tools of the golden age
gnawing on their tender flesh
deforming each once flawless shape
assimilating the stars
with locking jaws.
3 pig priest
the retinue of crippled lambs under the hammer of faith
a thousand years of death march
to the temple of swine’s
here where paradise was lost
the herd gives their skin for a cloak of martyrdom.
4 cacophonic lovesong
be living or be dead
words will come to invade your heart
like daggers stabbing their way through every fiber
of your profane body.
5 protagonists of imaginary murder
i think of you nailed to a tree
with knotted limbs in perfect pose
a sucked dry shell
withering in a spider's web
i dreamt your death a thousand times.
6 asphalt licker
crawling down the fiery streets
tracing trails of black burned ants
recollecting your fragments to reanimate my favorite toy
a lifetime of chasing dead rainbows
now i need your mouth to mouth resuscitation
i have no dreams.
7 black hole automata
robotic whispers emerge from the monumental gears of the
black hole machine
ready to shatter the sky and to blot out the sun.
8 digital polytrauma
synapses exposed to the sparkling radiation
a feeling of tin soldiers marching through my nervous system
crawling beneath my skin to monitor my vital signs.
9 collapsing epitome
black clouds over la-la land
sinking on the insect's riech
smothering it's motor breath
and blinding the observer's eyes
extinction is in progress.
chapter02
11 flamethrower choreography
eyes like firecrackers and black skin of charcoal
a burning beauty queen strutting on the catwalk
she's spitting flames for you and me
she blows a parting kiss
rejoicing
i watch the fire dance of human sacrifice.
12 ultima horatio
this was the most sensual performance of suicide
that the eyes of man have ever witnessed.
13 tyrannicide
a pastiche of the human anatomy
each twisted body queries the idea of a new true paradise.
14 non-responder
no rescue from the cellar hole
life in slow motion ... floating in darkness
sending signals into the night
all this silly dreams of an answers from the outside world
sleeping numb and cold
a child is waiting to be found.
15 sexual predatory affection
covered under midnight skin
a numb lips kiss
the touch of rigid hands
loving like machines would do
a rusty screwdriver perforates the soft flesh.
16 m e g r i m
flat screen image transfer
spasmodic strobe-light sequences from the dark side of earth
eyes upon sunburned carnal landscapes
the scattered cheerleader of war
shell-shocked infants play in their trenches
excavate a living grave.
17 prefrontal leak
a ray of starlight ablaze
silver sparks before your eyes
only you can tame a lightning with naked hands
18 parabellumination
a rush of chaotic data output
pulsating waves of binary thoughts
a junkyard of our consciousness littered with shredded memories.
19 the consideration of dead things as readymades
casualties used as raw material
an accumulation of death
a pile of naked remains to serve its purpose
function is obsolete
life is overrated.
20 a-c r y i n g-intermezzo
21 heliotropic comrades
enfolded in the sunlight
they all were just like one
but when they saw
the approaching endless night
they slit their wrists in separation
no one lonelier than them.
chapter03
23 funeral party encounter
all your friends wear mourning dresses over their butcher suits.
24 panopticon
visions of perfect circles and walls scraping the sky
a shadow is cast to the end of the world
i will stick a needle into your all-seeing eye
25 dualistic dialect
words wind like rattlesnakes hissing love songs
making lies sound like vows and forked tongues feeling so familiar
26 pseudologue
refilling this bottomless cavity
like sisyphus rolling his rock
elevate me just to let me fall...
one fine day i will sink into your vacuum soul.
27 vector existence
all the never-resting souls
feeding on fire, hate and speed
no escape from the hyperkinetic agents
running on, faster than light
the dissolution of all proximity
we're aiming for armageddon.
28 centipede girl
she’s dragging herself along on her belly
an angel-faced monstrosity
hiding her symptoms behind swarms of flies
isn't it beautiful to watch her crawl.
29 pandemic disconnection
i can feel a spreading inability to breathe
the night swallows slowly.
30 clockworks
cog-wheels roll through frozen moments
slicing up the monotonous landscapes
parting earth and sky
the process of decomposition initialized
like flies on rotting still lifes
watching and waiting... behind the horizon the final cut
is made... like the beheading of god.
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