I was going with a bit of an abstract feel with this poem. It doesn't make much sense, but it has a lot of visual ideas roaming in its depths. I hope someone enjoys it. Feedback is welcome.

Blasphemer (Perverseverance)
By: Oashin Eryka Rominav


Drowning in the cesspool of your dark encryptic strangling love
Drowning...in this cesspool of
Your dark encryptic strangling love
Eating the maggots that feed
On your impulsive need to cut on me
The dragon suffocates as you dig inside the crates
That hide the subliminal lies I kept inside my mind.
I grow nauseous from your acid burned face.
I don't know this place or this disgrace you try to pass as mine.
Your nothingness seems meaningless as you blend into the
Background. Your halo begins to waste away and the horns
Begin to show. But I loathe the way you know
This choking sound all too well. As my conscience fell away
To hide the dismay, I watch my flutterbys butterfly. Carrying
Everything the dragonfly could wonder why.

Thinning into...the necropolis of never-ending crystal showers.
Fading away...into the gray flame blowing against the air.
Perverseverance...the cleaner side of the grotesque sky.
The blasphemer...the last warrior of the shattered inferior

Burning aside your lust of the outer crust of my disgust.
Burning...aside..your lust
Of the outer crust of my disgust.
Everyone is failing now. Medicated anarchy
Rampant from the sound of the crowd of
Raging verses. I see the nurses who mend the
Healthy back to sickness. Severing the stitches
To open the wound again. The dead end is right
Ahead, but the lion hasn't been fed. Someone
Toss the slave the flesh it craves to devour. The rain...
Acid rain. The overwhelming shame...The eagle-eyed
Reasons why destroy the cry of the newborn angel.
They tangle it and strangle it with the umbilical...
Residue that flows from you. Flurrying through the
Wind of deceit. The beetles know they eat defeat.