#mephistos stuff

[mephistos-stuff]

Eulogy of a morning glory

(Aphrodisian Ecstasy series 2)

Back again

Defiling my sanctuary

Seeking my destruction

And your salvation

Clinging to me,

The hunger in your eyes calling to me

My wounded heart barely mended

Yet here you stand

Accusing me of confusion

Of depravity

As if your weren't the one who laid your hand against my ribcage and professed your devotion to me that faithful dawn

Only to burn our pages

and leave me to wither by noon light

And you return at dusk

To marvel at the beauty you so dutifully abandoned and destroyed

I was not made to last.

I was not made for much

And I was most certainly not made for you.

My cruel paramour

Or perhaps I was simply naive

To think that you would wear the skin of a lover and truly be one, so Ernest and true

A devotee of psyche

Beyond all truth, beyond all desire

Beyond the aching damnation that awaits me

You are already saved, do not drag yourself into that Inferno

You are a lover of souls

But go no further

For what awaits is no venture for souls alone

But bodies upon bodies

Tangled up in each other

Bodies

Patriarchs and matriarchs

Of desire and devotion alike

Flesh burning flesh

Making noise

Curling toes

A feast of flesh...

By mephisto

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Genesis of Sin

Born anew in an Eden of our design, yet so far away from the prying eyes of God, blessed by desire and knowledge, blessed by the kiss of a serpent, sewn together in the very genesis of our own creation, to love like gods at the birth of time, ensnared by responsibility that seeks to take us from each other but we will meet again, once we escape that which denies us to dust we shall return and be remade over and over again until the very end of eternity, I am yours and you are mine, born of sin, born of desire born of us.

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My Lord, my love, my rock

It is through you that I am whole, through you I am sane

This craving that ravages my body,

This thirst...

Violent urges,

I think of you doused in blood

And I adore you

I worship you in thought and in spirit

I crumble completely beneath your gaze

The cold that pinches at my skin

The warmth in my stomach

The shivers that rake through me

I am yours,

I wish to offer my own blood as libation

But my cowardice refuses

And you in your kindness

Would not allow me to come to harm

I want to worship you

Bleary-eyed and drunk

With loosened limbs and lips

Incapable of shame

Intoxicated by your presence

My beautiful flesh eater,

Twice born, ivy bearer

Wine dark and merciful

Oh mad and raging one

Mighty Dionysos

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I am flesh, I am a memory, a simple thought easily forgotten, hardly perceived sometimes I am not myself and whoever I am in those moments cannot be trusted yet they've been allowed monopoly over my mind, or at least a mind that we share, I cannot collect my thoughts as they cannot collect me, I am a moment, an experience, a sensation, often wanted often not, hardly anything special,. Yet I ache for completion, an almost parasitic hunger, I attempt to devour myself, lest I be consumed by another,as my lungs battle the weakness that infected them, whatever pride I had mustered laid dead before me, as I made my peace on my knees, ever obedient To those that would do me harm, yet in rare moments that I am not who I say I am trust not my words of obedience and meekness for violence and bloody revolt follows soon after, I am a stone upon the pathway, to cause you to stumble or to be used against your enemies. I am a cool evening breeze, that either brings comfort and relief, or heralds a greater storm to come, I am a leaf, fallen and dried resting beneath a tree surrounded by kindling, to be crushed beneath your feet to your satisfaction or to nurse a spark that would set the whole forest ablaze, I am nothing to you but what I can give, i can be your aide, a warning or simply your undoing

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"innocence"

Such a frail, fleeting thing, always wilting

Always being shed.

The innocent are merely the "unknown"

An illusion cast by the thin veils of presumed morality

It is my sin.

All our sins to bear

"to assume innocence"

Of man, of beast

None are truly innocent

All are cursed by our creators.

To be loved is a curse.

To be born is a curse.

To know is a curse.

A sin

Therefore the mere act of knowing strips of you of that farce.

Of that weak, cheap kindness

Of innocence.

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Existence is pain

Vanquish the sorrow that lives in my bones

Honour the madness that wears my flesh

This hunger is holy and so is the silence.

I am alive and aching

Delirium is my salvation

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Quench the Amaryllis

(Aphrodisian Ecstasy series 5)

My darling

Flickering and soft

Blameless and fragile

Am I not enough for you?

You're terrified, so am i

This world wasn't made for us

To see you like this

Destroys me...

Your words tear into me

You would deprive me of you

I cannot lose you

The sweat that glistens against your skin

The shivers that rake through you

You wish to hide...

But I cannot,

We were dancing sparks,

We were unwavering

We musical

Magical

We were sinners

Through and through

Unforgivable

Irredeemable

You Don your mask

And you slither through

Excruciating conversations

Hoping to escape yourself

But you cannot

I refuse to let you

You devoured my heart and

Devoted your heart and hands to us

Just as I devoted my mind and body to us

Reason and madness

Flicker like candles

In unison

That shine in your eyes dims

By the day

Your words betray your heart

As you sever my hands and feet and mount them upon the walls of the sanctuary we built

You've imprisoned me

Yet you crumble each day at the hands of the affliction

You so desperately try to escape

Our passion

Our sanctuary left to ruins

The eternal enemy lives in you

I see him behind your eyes

I see him caressing your shadow

You're fading and crumbling right before me

And I cannot save you

What good was my love

If it couldn't set you free

Let alone offer you the salvation you so viciously sought

Perhaps I've already lost you

Not to death.. Or disease

Not to duty or diluted desire

Not to the madness of existence

Not to the mortification of being known

Not to new loves...

But to yourself

To the tempest that raged within you

To the nights we spent together locked away in little ornate boxes

With dried flowers and empty cologne bottles

To the warmth we shared

To the silences we filled

To the sparks in your eyes

To the bewitching beauty of your voice

Oh what I wouldn't give to hold you again

To stroke your head and feel your breath against my neck

The threat of destruction lingering beyond the sheets that cradled us

I prayed

I prayed for you

I prayed to you

I cannot save you

I cannot save us

And our sparks don't burn out in fiery passion

Like a dying star

No, they are quenched by shared tears

That overflowed from our untethered souls

In the Quiet of the night

Where promises are broken

And prayers are left unheard and unanswered.

By mephisto/emmanuella

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Unborn, unseen. Defiant, and sure

Falling into that which cannot be escaped with ease, dreams that feel devastatingly long, yet we wait for ourselves, we wait to become ourselves in hopes that our becoming creates more than we are, we wait to bloom, but we are not all rosebuds eager to open our petals, the blurring words that seem to rhyme ever so sweetly with warm flashes of lighting, and steady raindrops on our roof and the quiet of the night feels so mercifully interrupted, the cold that penetrated your flesh reminds you of the frailty of our being, we consume moments as if they would remedy the ache that found it's home within our bones, until those moments that we choose to dwell decide that we are to be consumed, dreams are not all that await us , though we fantasize of kinder days and softer words and the grace to be that which we desire but all cannot be so. No matter if we will it so, we fear so much even that which brings us comfort, I found joy in the temples of marble and stone built to provide sanctuary to our most vulnerable of moments, to be challenged by a mere reflection distorted and angry, baptized in the pain of lost and forgotten dreams, little aches of nostalgia that seep into our waking moments, each moment a new persona is shed and a new dream is born, against our better judgement and against our will they exist just as we exist just as I exist