The Afterglow of my glow

" Piously the sinner awaits in tragedy
   Wholesome to love not love yet lust in the all
    Figures she turns the axis to thy tongue
    Prefers him dried and in the scorched-corpse of mortal-necrophilia.
  
    Tangling in half-hollow loves for which he knew
    Could not the temptation see in clouds?
   Holding obscuirity as one's own pet
   The fated oven to cool ill residues in her.

   Such are the violence in the blueprint
   Fed well as all ancestry, as all apocalypse
   Demanded more into all sweetness of lorn-ness
   Confused and composed for nothing and nothings in the glow of non-glow."

The Crime Of The Modern Celebration

"Unrelentingly
Morbidly
Passionately
Crucified
Onto 
A Plate
Of Non-Existance;
Love bound by bleated commodities
sex-ified to fit the lavish, unrefinied homogeneity.
Blankness mounts upon Blankness
Eyes become only organ-failed-boxes
As their failure records
Sight is but limited perfection
In this modern debauchery

Of You and I."