Listless yearning,

A lustre into the gloaming peak of a forest…

Footfalls play heavily off in the distance

Scorned, but sulking whence

The dulcet baying of wolves inter,

Withering and rotting in praise of

Our mother who dwells in Earth…

Through the maw of the wood 

‘Neath stained eastern skies,

Led barefoot, my secret

Dogma of the flesh,

Avenged by Seraphim

A host in fame

But such a sweet lecher all the same

As the hidden lines of the palm read

 “To better than none to reign from above

In paradise freed!”

Ah, perfection

Beautifully succulent fruits

Pressing moist lips ‘gainst whims and womb

Aroused in delectable fashion…

Ghosted Seraphim!

Hold thy tongue

Until I have had my say..

For herein paradise she and I shalt lay

To welcome in my golden age….

Decadence!

The dance of fate between her tongue

And bestial fury

Caught on my demise

But yet I longed only for the darkness

Her cruelty, smitten with malformed desires

Would crush the empyrean to smithereens

Then: the bitter stars could play our nocturne

As life and death pressed to repeat…

Now as the dark hastens, the trees cancerous,

Their boughs creak tearing free

Like hungering beasts endeavoring flesh,

The moon glimpses with ominous delight, my work,

Languishing the very vein as it thirsts

As my footfalls swift through the thicket

Upon draught and twisted reins,

She sits beneath life itself

In silent contemplation

To reach her throat, a kiss I lay

Her breath falters, eyes blacken,

Skin of marble stone,

Stare into her…

Then to her I bade a final line:

I withdraw

Life ends,

“A rose for thee without hope or victory…”

Immortal Savage Nature

. Dreams Of A Scarlet Paradise (Ave Chaos)

Life
Now spilling forth from slit widowed stars
O’er jagged mountains
Spired high atop Heaven’s peak
To a nadir re-risen
As vulva spreading demon breed
Like Adam’s seed
‘Cross landscapes ravaged by
Faithful ignorance

As betrayal enscented Eden’s trees
Eve: swarmed, torn, impregnated,
Wed her lips to Death’s solemn seize
Writhing well as she bit her tongue
Passing divine blood
Between her legs in a flood
Of intrigue

Paradise now darkened
With vast eclipse
Sun to moon
A serpent’s hiss,
To Eve, a mourning bliss
Her voice pleaded,
Begged,
And my eyes opened
Deep between her thighs

I swam in afterbirth
Bathed in iniquities, for
Death my father
And Heaven’s radiance my mother,
I rose as power above all…

Monarchs tortured by the very word they misuse
Power…
Laid on the rack backs cracked
Flesh weaved into abominations
To understand true suffering,
They scream!
Beg to me like
Monstrosities reflecting on 
The nature of their pathetic fucking souls…

And as this world dies
Ignorance shall die with it,
Power restored then madness…

My blood, the blood that fuels such decadence
Like a coveted tryst
But blame I feel not, only rejoice,
My lifeline now sown
A love I had taken such as thee
Her legs though did part with ease
And my seed spilt…
Her heart did stop 
As the sun set one last path
‘Cross beauteous skies
To welcome in the true rapture…


. Throne

Sweet tempered sin
Serpent angel in the mists,
Destruction of the sun
Through veils of time
Agape as void,
Cast down into the seas
Upon shores of ice and ravaged flesh

Another soul, another breath
Lost forevermore…
This lusting after thought
A cataclysm of the soul
Flaunting such demise,
Fever, distortion, compulsive reaction...
The sordid reflection, just a ghost,
Impervious to light
Only redefined by the scarlet drippings
In serenade...

And now the cut, the carve,
To hold the heart of thee
Whilst pissing in contempt
On the verses that spent
Upon our goddess, our mother,
The essence of truth
To which I raise my glass
In revival of she!

Then, the silence,
From death until dawn
Her huntress teeth
Unsheathed the past
In servitude,
For ungrateful are they
And now she stirs,
Reborn through the blood of our enemies!

Sweet tempered beauty
Revisited anew
The sons of Adam and daughters of Eve
Striving to survive

Gathered together burning in effigy
As the mistress of our golden age
Ascends to paradise
At the fire’s rebirth


.The Sordid Reflection

Cast down to the filth
A god and a leper
I stumble, mind weak yet sublime
At the liquor’s respite,
This force trapped in flesh
Tearing at my psyche
Unforgiving depression…
As man I fall
Weak, bitter, melancholic
Forsaking the will of being
Human…

To force you out
That trust tarnished,
I feed on the blood of Eros
But cannot stop the bleating ambiance,
The scenes from paradise that are
Carving their niche out of my soul

The sun pours out my pain
Monuments fade like dreamless hope
Ice forms
A tomb wherein I (palisaded)
Await
As the sea engulfs the writhing throng…

I have been murdered, yet
I feel nothing,
But still I decay…

I decay

I decay

The bloodline impure
Severed from her paternal womb…

I mutilate and rot endlessly
Without lineage…

“For I am without regret
And nothing remains.”

As my human heart no longer beats,
Lifted into the nether
I lay down my will upon tainted grounds,
The air of woodland smoke surrounding,
Binding the burdened
To hang above
Such weeping stares
Of quintessential lust,
Their eyes upon it
Mine beginning to blur,
Crushed by this ghastly visage…


. Indescernible Will

Listless yearning,
A lustre into the gloaming peak of a forest…
Footfalls play heavily off in the distance
Scorned, but sulking whence
The dulcet baying of wolves inter,
Withering and rotting in praise of
Our mother who dwells in Earth…

Through the maw of the wood 
‘Neath stained eastern skies,
Led barefoot, my secret
Dogma of the flesh,
Avenged by Seraphim
A host in fame
But such a sweet lecher all the same
As the hidden lines of the palm read
 “To better than none to reign from above
In paradise freed!”

Ah, perfection
Beautifully succulent fruits
Pressing moist lips ‘gainst whims and womb
Aroused in delectable fashion…

Ghosted Seraphim!
Hold thy tongue
Until I have had my say..
For herein paradise she and I shalt lay
To welcome in my golden age….

Decadence!

The dance of fate between her tongue
And bestial fury
Caught on my demise
But yet I longed only for the darkness
Her cruelty, smitten with malformed desires
Would crush the empyrean to smithereens
Then: the bitter stars could play our nocturne
As life and death pressed to repeat…

Now as the dark hastens, the trees cancerous,
Their boughs creak tearing free
Like hungering beasts endeavoring flesh,
The moon glimpses with ominous delight, my work,
Languishing the very vein as it thirsts
Upon draught and twisted reins,
She sits beneath life itself
In silent contemplation
As my footfalls swift through the thicket
To reach her throat, a kiss I lay
Her breath falters, eyes blacken,

Skin of marble stone,
I withdraw
Stare into her…
Life ends,
Then to her I bade a final line:
“A rose for thee without hope or victory…”


. Immortal Savage Nature

Above the mist below the night sky
	Stars fall,
The last fading breath of this cold landscape
Light descending to nadir…

Transgression beyond mortality
Divine complexities
The complete and perfect being:
Flesh of the Earth
Bone of giants
Will of divinity,

The rivers run blood red
Bearing the fruits of a torn morality
I am of essence now
The last breath of being
Caressed by the sweet maiden moon

Alas, a sired death,
My scarlet moon
I forgive thee
And with this life
Cleanse the ashes of nature
For I shall rise again
Beyond the pale reflections of dawn

For above the mist and snowfall
Themes of sorrow whisper my name eternally…


. Above The Mist Themes Of Sorrow Whisper

Intent, fluent with its kiss
As gentle as an ebbing stream
Cresscending to pollinate the throne of three loves
Darkest as thee graces who sought my heart
To the yearning Lethe…

Evanescent lines expelled like thought to page
Fading as the distant sunset,
A vista of such deep longing
Smitten in smears of scarlet,
Scars of time, opened graves remain
Wherein twin talons rake the soul
Swollen to its core, blessed Nepenthe…

I once found her once as
Flesh relinquished
Veins split,
Torn,
A metaphorical suicide,

Then I pleaded my essence for her:
“Make me thine misled voyeur
Lurking in deadly nightshade,
The unbridled passion awaiting eclipse
Soon as our time draws near…,
Thy lips persuade with a drearing tongue
A vast dream, wherein fate
Like cerements far flung, forever clung
‘Gainst thy drawling breast”

And with a breath of lavender
I fell to kissing stars in the skies
At the hilt of a vibrant dark.

"The tongue licks the cracks,
Monoliths of ebbing fervor,
And spews forth creation o'er decorum and vanity,
The face that imprisons all."

And with a breath of lavender
I fell to kissing stars in the skies


Nepenthe And Lavender

I

Release me…
Release me from within..
The flame,
The wisdom,
The chaos serpent…
For I am without doubt
The God within all Gods
Forever and eternal
Above and below
He..

II

As my skin, fire,
Singes the world tree
Like ebon talons raking
The encroaching dusk…
Power I am
And power shall besiege me

III

And the only verse of freedom is spoken through the forked tongue of death..

VI
Empires are crushed
And world’s shatter
Each divulge supremacy
From ash..
The death of salvation
Is a grave bereft
But likened to shadows
Wandering amongst the scotched mire
Soulless…

V

But I must become
I must become one alone
To transcend
Oceans of time
Amid the endless fog
Wherein eternity is inevitable
Eternal is the way
And internal peace,
A sorrow compared to life

IV

My skin burns
Bathed in blister
Ripping, tearing
The flesh of old
As a new being I emerge
Bound by chains of blood
In essence,
Death soaked the rising sun
An isolated zenith
For opened eyes,
A longing inexplicable,
Forgive me…

VII

This mire crawls with filth
A remembrance to my reign
In this I’ve left you a monument,
A writing of brief honesty,
Transcendence
For the power resides in me
And my skin fire,
Cleansed,
Awakened,
Wandering amongst this scorched mire
Soulless…


A Glimpse Into The Savage Garden

The void - this silence,
A cold listless dawn…
I lay amongst the ashen scenery
Awake, but dreaming
Ever near such swarming bliss,
Nearer to thee
In these deepest of groves,
My eyes are set aflame
When one (dead) rose
Trapped a thorn in my vein
Leaking droplets of blood,
Burning blood,
To ease the slickend bow over
The inability of consciousness to cope…

Like a reverie
I fall each day,
Awakened in this flesh,
Sinews of bitterness
Contained by mortal burden
Restrained,
Alone,
With the dreaded note to change a thought,
The gentle whispers of surreality
Like blades rending their paths beneath my back bone,
Pure and blinding
Intense light
Memories fade like seamless waves
Deep into the recesses of an abandoned shore
Where orchids thrive on life lines severed,
Sacrificed

For I am nothing without voice

The beauty in death is far from seen,
A freedom pure in form
Servitude dethroned,
As the blood flows thicker than wine
Over the inability of consciousness to cope…

Together we could have thrived
We could have died
In aspheric transformation,
Beyond the light of Sephira
We could have rose
As divinity surpassed
Infusing soul and star dust to create
The crown, the wisdom, and understanding:

To feel nothing is to become everything,
A voice empowered…

But I have faltered and fallen below their stare
Vengeful with prickling deceit,
My body now torn
Soul gorged upon,
Bones crushed and limbs separated,
To what pleasure do I owe this?
Must I confess that which is held dear to me
Upon the ignorant minds of man?
A blessing of freedom I presume
As my blood flows
And images destroy my wit,
A burning behind cruel eyes…

(The confession unveiled)

“I have chosen to disclose only a few details
About my relationship with the “deceased”.
For between her and I, only secrets were betrayed..
We met one eve
When my mind still had wit
And felt a tingle of emotion.
It was sometime ago, that eve,
But I still do recall the way she felt, the way
She spoke, the softness of her kiss,
The overall sensation obtained
By my own reason when I was near to her…
I believe in this suffering, for
There is an art in suffering
An art only for those skilled enough to see and feel,
Then contort it, weaving it into works of beauty.
If she were still “living”, she would understand this art
For she was beyond flesh, beyond beauty,
And I could never hurt her
I loved her to deeply..
It was the illusion of promise broken by word which killed her.
Yes, words alone hold the power to create and destroy
Like both freedom and nature.
For on that eve I spoke nothing but truth.
She fell to my embrace, as devil to the depths,
And I fell as well.
My heart could no longer bare the burden of
Life and sought a certain peace in her, so as
Moment turned to day, day to month, many moons
Would outline the flaws of character.
Then as if vanished, she was gone.
She spoke no more. Her skin turned marble and blood froze, eyes of chrysalis,
That soft whispering kiss became
A bitter lament for nostalgia.
I was driven mad, out of my wit!
I became a gaunt image of my former self, loathsome indeed,
My mind filled with thoughts, ideas, unanswered questions,
And an overwhelming emptiness that burned…
She hid from me, and is still hiding,
“Dead but dreaming”
For I can feel her in everything,
She is not gone
Just traced across the lands
Her blood is now the blood of the earth
The mother goddess,
She has become above all
And I will soon join her at the throne.
Now take with this what you will
My last confession,
Illusion or reality..?”

The void - this silence,
A cold listless dawn…
I lay amongst the ashen scenery
Awake, but dreaming
Ever near such swarming bliss,
A prisoner of my own creator…
Prometheus

Crafted of flesh and bone
Now severed from it
All lifelines pure,
My soul grips the sun
In reclamation
The light so bright and renascent,
And they stare no longer,
They stare no longer…

Anhedonia

New EP "Depictions of Life and Death" due for release in early 2014


Theatre Nocturne is:

Justin Foley -- Vocals

Erik Wagonblott -- Guitar

Kenny Zotara     -- Guitar

Justin "Noodle" Herzog -- Bass

Mike Paquette -- Drums

Contact : theatrenocturneband@gmail.com

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