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The Obsidian Theater: Visceral PleasuresI.The Obsidian Theater: Visceral Pleasures by *SeraphimKid
Hello, and welcome to tonight's program
we cascade down the visceral pleasures of the human psyche
we venture among the forgotten joys that penetrate our senses
All that I am is that which is said, All that is said is that of what am I
Beauty is skin deep and how deep our skins will be.
Suffer do we, for our flesh cannot not touch, for we crave what can not be obtained
A desire that haunts our senses leaving our hands bare and our bodies hot
The breathing pace ascending with muscular anticipation
Feel the warmth of your body pressed against mine. your blood will run so warm and fast, that I'll feel you heartbeat while we kiss
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The Obsidian Theater II: Monsters of the VoidII.The Obsidian Theater II: Monsters of the Void by *SeraphimKid
Hello again, and welcome to tonight's program
A wonderful show it is, for you that is…
A beautiful imbalance of provocative wonders
Simmered together in an elixir of intoxication
The modern day alchemist roams the night for the eyes of sensuality
The midnight occupiers of the everlasting void
A world you understand but can't comprehend
A life you comprehend but don't understand
The unsaid pleasures of private fantasy
The untold fantasy of malevolent pleasures
Please come in
Don't be shy
We're all here
Waiting for you
Yes this way
Keep walking till you see the door
Yes
This is the door
The door for you
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Room 16
The Obsidian Theater III: Our Mythic AmbitionIII.The Obsidian Theater III: Our Mythic Ambition by *SeraphimKid
Hello.
Good evening and welcome back
This is tonight's program
The air is ripe
Ripe with social abundance
And whimsical latte grooves
A warmth in the air...
It caresses your body, this warmth;
It walks by your side, this warmth;
It's there holding your hand
Knowing that you're alone
Because this isn't the same warmth of a
person's hand
But this comfort, this invisible hand, this invisible other
Is the warmth of the free midnight air
The city lights: fluorescent metal plants with flashing neon insects and prowling jungle dwellers
The soft ambient jazz that plays from the dripping rain.
Giving your life the harmony of pa
OT IV: The Symphony of Sensational VoyeurismIV.OT IV: The Symphony of Sensational Voyeurism by *SeraphimKid
It's good to see you again.
We've been expecting you
Please
Sit.
Now…
Lights!
Orchestra!
Curtains!
Bringing forth nighttime lore,
the charming chamberlain of Victorian plays
Summoning forth demonic myths,
the illustrious weaver of unspoken entities
Dancing on rooftops,
the enchanting fairy of chimney trees
Sizzling behind magenta curtains,
the voluptuous seductress of throbbing blood
Laughing at the potluck,
the swollen headmaster of flab
Killing in the alleys,
the inscrutable Ripper of Jack
Fornicating in the wild in the dragon's keep,
the whore of Babylon
Swell the strings!
Blast the horns!
The cast is assembled
The Obsidian Theater V: Nefarious/OminousV.The Obsidian Theater V: Nefarious/Ominous by *SeraphimKid
Ticket please?
Ah yes good
You're right on time
Please, through the double doors
Now for the main event.
A boy in his bed was sleeping
he slept throughout the night.
Until the door to his closet crumbled like ash
Exposing the pitch black darkness of his fears
He wished
He prayed
For more than anything for it to not happen again.
This happened too often
And he wanted it to stop
But it wouldn't
The stuff toys on his shelf gaped their mouths open in terror as saliva dripped from the ceiling
The walls inhaled
then exhaled
A woman moaned from the depths of the closet
The boy wouldn't look
He couldn't
The air in the room f
| A freeform writing exercise that developed into Prose/poetry. A collective narrative that emphasizes the entangling eroticses of modern strife and creativity. I hope you enjoy. |
The Ethereal AffairSitting there observing meThe Ethereal Affair by *SeraphimKid
A shadow among the flock
Breathing in the magic scene
With a vision to unlock
I waited for a dream to be
Unforgotten and serene
But the love and lust
For what I must
Tantalizes me
A rush of insanity
Forgetting how to live
A feeling of divinity
As chilling as the wind
Touching
And moaning
To a love song half way sung
Kissing
And killing
An emotion that has begun
Gazing at me with eyes so pure
A mannequin among the dead
Living a life so unsure
Of what evil is unsaid
You touched my lips again for more
delving pleasure to leave me sore
The forbidden love
From a bloody dove
Fuels my vicious roar
A rush of insa
Nightmare BladesBlood within the wallsNightmare Blades by *SeraphimKid
Not knowing if you’re really here
Twisting, turning in your sleep
In your bed watching shadows creep.
Metal claws scrape
Giving chills down your spine
Demons laughing as you fall
In a Hell where they’re the Law
Fast pumping veins
Insane
Clown’s evil games
Will reign
Mother always said
In bed
With maggots in your head
Nightmare blades
Cutting my mind in half
Nightmare Blades
Pushing me through the glass
See no, hear no
Evil
Feel me, fear me
Now.
Numb to the touch
Desire spreads like a disease
Satisfy your taste of it
Just another throat to slit
Disappear with needles
Grasping death at hand
And end
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