hedon

• basladigi an insanin irkilmesine neden olan, bu dunyaya ait olmayan bir sihir.
  
  enter suicidal angels;
  
  how hungry have we become;
  like animals naked in shame
  fed with the hooves of apocalypse
  that galloped down, disordered
  worlds behind
  
  from word to a word i was led to
  a word
  that spanned over cultures in rage
  
  crimson masses, steeped in decadence
  holding our tongues to the thirsty
  sun
  so, is the future still open?
  then enter, hornet, from our hive-dark
  hearts
  to draw down the end from within
  
  we need not the horns
  that emanate from our warty, haunted
  bodies
  
  nihilist, hedon
  the priceless art of their lives
  sorrow is a wing laid atop their
  heads.
  skin deep, we carve our immeasurable
  sorrow
  in the fold of your shivering arms
  
  hedon,
  your children wild
  and filled with death
  
  jupiter in our unforgiving eyes;
  a pandemonium of bodies and gold
  eager, as a part of your face
  and the sickness attached to your
  skin (stone)
  as the wine-rush,
  chargin from androgynous wombs
  to open free the lid of pain
  
  hedon,
  rinsed in post-human shadows
  a monument scorned by the teeth
  of time
  stale-faced keeper of secrets,
  leaded with implosive fire
  the whore that carried the apostle
  to the mating point on the graves
  of giants
  
  we look at you, afraid
  to see what we really are.