I was a distant fairytale, in nightmare painted dreams. A fallen wish, for poisoned hearts that wake the dead from their sleep. Pleasured by iniquity, where desires became sordid, a tarnished tongue flickered back to life to eyes blooming under orchids. Against the kindling wind and burning flesh the echoes carried on, igniting a smile with ebon flames, my imagination spawned. On knees I let the fire feast on my body like wolves. Eyes locked on a sunset where heavens matrydom rules. The ether snuffed away from lungs, breath became scarred. Promises whispered as a swansong melody played upon the stars. Immortal passions clawed at heaven declaring a crimson war. A furnace for my ashes lay behind the devils door. My eyes open to a slumberland of hissing spells, humid darkness utopia where boiled screaming regaled. Lacerated innocence drifting away in sinful blackened scenes. Final heartbeats never heard over a storm cloud of punctured screams. Reminiscent moments ring a murderous ritual of life. Hammers thundering maliciously against blades of the night. Leather binding with a steel pulse to welcome my heart. Silvery sharpened fingertips reflecting eyes in the dark. In their dreams I walk along cursed teenage spines, dilated heartbeats synchronized with my knives. Razorblade choir's strung chords with hymns of malevolence, vengeful words interred in nightmares with my magnificence. Slasher rhymes carried omens and memories across clouded playground fields, splendors towered heaven high, all desires came fulfilled. Mothers mourning from the loss, I feel their laments in the mist. Fathers reacting from the their crime in terror paralysis. One by one my Angel's fall from the sky of a bloodletting moon. Hungry blades and serenades with a appetite to consume. A nightmare Eden where ghosted souls welcome the victims that arrive, their bodies lay in conscience graves to preach the counsel with their lives. In cycles between nightmares and a dream where sermons tolled a penance for my crimes, I slither back to palaces black where A favorite angel lies. Crucifix shadows on her sheets, a love exists along her flatline of restless sleep. Dearest Nancy waits for me in a haunted heart she keeps, I come home adored forever more, 1428 Elm Street....
© Ernesto De La Pena III