Starkillers

[Solstice]

v1.1

The fragile mesh of thoughts
torn by a falling star.
A sundering of worlds came
the incompleteness
taunting.

In dark desires, glory was found
butchered, hung up by the window
for finer sensibilities.

Twisted wraiths
float in the vacuum;
We are starkillers.
Our truth will bind you
brand you
leave you hungry.

Never-ending sham
of complexity, riddles,
truths shared hesitantly.
A torn mask
marks this lie.
Draw a gaudy heart
across an empty chest.


Original:

Pride ate through the fragile mesh

of thoughts till
a sundering of worlds came,
the incompleteness, taunting

In dark desires, glory was found
butchered, hung up by the window
for finer sensibilities

Twisted tufts of bloody fur
marked the victims
better men

Broken mirrors float
in the lonely space between
two halves;
"We are starkillers
Our truth will bind you
brand you
leave you hungry"

Grasping at holes
as life flows out
failing to keep it together

Never-ending sham of
Completion
of complexity, riddles
truths shared hesitantly

Draw a gaudy heart
across an empty chest

Interpretive read.

It seems, beginning to end, that the subject is to damn thought and belief alike. The ineffectual fighting of man against god-form. It is a good read. The dark tone throughout, while overt, matches scientific approach. The mask looks like an allusion to psychological wantonness.