Behold -- the Darkness.

Glimpse in the abyss, rewind me aback;
the gothics are falling, batman lost track.
Superman murdered, Joker drank absinthe --
out of syringe; matrix was bleeding.


My walls crumbled like corn-flakes had cracks.
Each of them ruptured its own ravenous plot.
Chupa chups and dance maccabre converted:
Chupacabra emerged and poisoned the lot.
Lolita was swearing she's 18 from Finland *name omitted*


Galliwanting between the games of drowning;
the dreams had elongated and slumbered to madness.
The mermaid was calling: "There are plenty of brownies
at home, just hop on the saddle and lets ride careless!!"


The Horse elongated and gathered around;
no muse nor silense dared stutter a sound...
Mulder fornicated, Bart was weeding out grass;
the Reaper quit his job -- there was no spare, alas!
Immortal we immolate our bodies in zounds.


God dost not have mercy, for the mirror is empty;
all glasses shall be filled -- all minds enlightened!
After all is found for the sheeps thrill: "A pleasure frenzy
for morning, one for the low noon..." soon Ragnarok to be blightened.


Belittled spoon spoke to the biggoted spoon: "Let's go outside!"
While the bar was blown up and lost in spaces.
The lion lost his mane and crossed Styx to abide
there was no stream of blood in my heavy-vodka embracement...
no trace to be solved to accomplish nor hide...


Laughter was hideous, like the barber of Fleet St. lauded a day;
the masks carnivored its rust. No cloak could make a dagger --
the wisemen had no fischermens friends pint of goo to say...
I guess they're too weak and fragile to care for a small-talked blabber!


Behold - the Darkness -- nothing is All-knowing!
From nothing we're created, soon to be there.
God is dead, we killed Him encored to be the bowie
what soon shall follow up -- who's the first one to dare?
The skeleton in the closet shall flak - the new reaper sowing...