Sunday, 14 January 2018

One Thousand Visitors to -Darkly- Celebrate...

It took five years to reach the milestone, but it was all the time worthwhile nonetheless. Thanks be given to all of you who came here to read the dark rantings of this humble scribe of yours.
To celebrate that, the first visitor to make a comment in whatever post of this blog will receive a free copy of my ebook "Tidal Purgatory".
Only comments in English, of course :).

Tuesday, 26 December 2017

Some Would-be Titles

A few days ago, while I was forced to sit and waste my time watching how much people love hearing themselves, my mind drifted away and came back with these would-be titles. Perhaps they will become a poem or a short story, and perhaps they will fall into oblivion. Time will tell...

The darkest love there is
The dungeon within
Tortured daydreams
Labyrinth of mine
Lone throng
Devious innocence
Defiled morn
Cherished punishment
Exposed innards
Dominated djinn
Pristine bowels
Eternal quietus
The patient stalker
Haunting you
Darkly gifted
Son of the omen
Digging into the pit
The welcome maggot
Enjoying the fall
Parasiting the worm
Obstreperous leviathan
Bed knell
Blood toll
Crystalline filth

(Artwork taken from carts.)

Saturday, 6 February 2016


I penetrate.
An intestinal and viscous world.
A warm and sweet one.
Wrapped in another´s flesh.
Trench wherefrom I´ll unchain my dark attack.
I´m not in a hurry.
I´m not born yet.

Time is my midwife.
I can feel it
loosening my carapace softly.
The cradle is broken,
and I swim free into a sea of acids,
fondled by its sensuous streams.
I plunge into the fleshy caverns,
and in the depth,
I anchor my hooks and my mouth
to its palpitating walls.
I relish his unawareness.
I relish his blood and digestions.
We are one.

Now I must grow.
May he doesn´t feel me, may he doesn´t feel me,
and my body will dwell his more secret chasms,
and even return to me, to come back to there.
I ripen, evil and gluttonously,
and a promise of doom does it with me.
A promise of offspring.
Filiform and greedy.
My being inflates brutally
with the weight of this promise.

I expel my roe.
It goes through my domains.
Time will guide it towards the exit.
If I´m not noticed before, thousands of my sons
have to find a groundbait wherein to seal themselves off.
Maybe I´ll meet them again
and I´ll have to kill them.
I do not want company.

Neither do they.

I´m alone.
Me and my hidden delight.
Parasite´s delight.

I do not forget you.
You are my host.
I´m your guest.
We are one.

Monday, 27 July 2015


Where the light is either prey or predator,
Where male parasitizes female,
Where it is raining a manna of carrion,
Where death is waiting for you in the slime,
It is the abyssal lords’ kingdom.

Where blood mingles with darkness,
Where to live is to stalk and flee,
Where one dies but to pieces,
Where there is naught but a miry nothingness,
It is the abyssal lords’ kingdom.

Some wide open jaws,
Some yearning fangs,
And an appalling and grinding agony.

Scream, intruder, your bones smashed,
More and more as you descend,
While a thousand mouths tear thee,
Gulping thy pieces,
                                                                                        For no-one knows the bottom of the chasm.

Monday, 13 April 2015


No one knows actually what Father Christmas did to Mother Christmas.

Tuesday, 2 September 2014


Night falls oppressive
And your heart is trembling.
Clouds pounce on the sky
And your spirit is crawling to the ground.
Thunder is close;
Your daring far-off.
The forest teems with blood-lusting wild beasts
Your blood!
To escape! your eyes, nose, ears are crying.
Black birds are singing a deathsong:
Thou! Going over the Leviathan's domains!
Wherein the incubus´ footfalls waver,
Wherein the succubi are stalking your flesh,
Wherein you are to die torn apart,
And He Will have his supper.
You won't survive since no-one does it
But you will rather die once and a thousand times,
Once we start to enjoy thee.
We will sharpen our nails upon your sex
And you will ask willingly to go on to next torture.
Seek a hide
If you can,
For there is nowhere to hide in Armageddon’s time
And the dead will satiate its hunger on your palpitating pieces.
Refuse the flight and let yourself fall to the ground.
We will immolate you slow and minutely.
It will be the best for you,
Because you are living a escapeless time.

Monday, 3 March 2014

Grim-winged Meeting

At any moment I will fly
along with an unknown species
into one same whirlwind
and together we will endeavour to decide
who is flesh for who.