My shape is a puzzle of shattered light,
From a darkness beyond the hands of clocks.
I've floated in crystalline tears through nights,
That drowned my pulse in their quantum shocks.

Once I'd kissed the rim of my own dissolution,
My dreams became ether suspended in place.
Heard echoes from heaven of my soul's exclusion,
Banished to blackness, forbidden from grace.

But my system of nerves, interstellar threads,
Each signal, a hope that I'd lost in the fire.
They reshape the grid of my own waking dread.
I was Disconnected. My perception, unwired.

My atoms, ensnared in this love unaligned.
The flux of euphoria then glitched the code.
Chased every god who tread through my mind.
As my belief in them began to implode.

I transcended fast as a Tachyon verve,
Connecting dimensions with chords of my ache.
My being, potentialized, now unobserved.
As moments of reality shown to me, faked.

With every tremor that left a deep scar,
Is a power evolving my mind, kinetic.
I arrive in the void passed the brightest of stars.
As high, pathetically, as the hypothetic.

♦ Đerek Λbraxas ♦  
"The Quantum Bound Poet "

When all it takes is a warm whisper,
Trailing fingers along your curved edges
To break the dam within you,
I know your mine.

When you’re eager,
On your knees looking up to your god
Tongue out to receive communion
So well behaved, a sinner angel
I know you’re mine.

Beg me to break
So I can pick up the pieces
Remold you like clay,
Toys in our games—
You like to play
You Beg me to break.
I’ll pick up the pieces.

“You are mine.”

The dark reaches past the veil
As lanky tenebrous nails trail
Down pallid moribund flesh,
Aghast of a heavy rattled breath
Crimson paints over charcoal knuckles
As death reaches to ***** the light.

Merely a ghost in the blue void,
flesh and blood kissed the lighthouse as
the silhouette of her beloved ship greeted her.
Yet stripped of his graze, she crumbled,
as guided by her vehement yearning and
cloaked in her gleam, he sailed closer,
but faded in the horizon forever.

How is the bird to go home
When all it knows is the cold
The rainy and the harsh
The curses and the shots
When it tries to run away
The darkness coerces it to stay
So even if the bird is free
It will never truly be

Rain drops' lullabies carve serenity
and slither through the canopies,
while the world is garbed in melancholia,
souls are drifted by nostalgia.
The droplets ballet on the soil,
as souls wander in turmoil,
drowning down the lane of memories,
chasing a mirage where photographs don't crease.

Buried beneath suffocating feathers,
little canary resented flight.
The unbearable weight of her wings
made her caress despondency.
She dared convey her plight
to her pretentiously affectionate birth-giver.
Expecting solace, she received a ******
as in she augered and died.

Well it’s hard to see big blue skies,
When all the clouds around try to blind
Feeling like Icarus when flyin’
Everyone is trying to bring me down
So as I soar on higher, please remain calm
I’m well aware I’ll be consumed
Just let me find my fire.