Lost Lamentations

Translucent fingers...stretch...elongate...to capture tiny bits of
lost longing, lost love, lost lamentations...that snow down like
pieces of dead angels from a black heaven...disused and abused sentiment...
hungry invisible tentacles from between,
body upon ashen body that lay strewn about the grey
landscape, snatch at the particles...it's a panorama of broken boys, naked boys
each of them with them same face...wasted masks...abandoned shells, used
personages. You float above... face to the heavens, arms outstretched embracing all...
cock erect, dew drop on dick slit, and ready to spurt it’s lustrous substance.

From the blackness it floats by...
we saw two pairs of legs where there should be one
six sets of arms, and many teeth...
we saw the thing walk into our dream, into our nightmare’s house...
float past leaving his scent clinging...IT’S scent clinging to our nostrils,
at first warm and comforting, then acrid and sick like burning metal.
Our feelers pressed towards it instinctively, and cum upon contact...but it...
the thing leaves a wicked trail of particles...covering the landscape...
covering us...smothering the mouths with it’s evil kiss...suffocating the
scenery...making all things invisible...transparent...flesh now clear...
clear-like flesh aching....twitching to be seen...the thing can see with
both its faces... it sees, and floats on...

It smiles blindly with dead fish eyes and too many teeth, puss yellow
juices bubble from its mouth and float around it... its arms embracing
an unseen...lover/victim...unseen...a disembodied voice cries in the distance
cries in the darkness, with boyish breaths. It’s head nodding from side to side
in slow motion... looking without seeing...it is a twisted, toothsome procession
floating away, leaving behind a colorless invisible landscape.