This news post is to showcase the poem I made for Delirium Archives: Vixens N' Roses; just a disclaimer, it references rape and murder, so if you're sensitive to those topics, then it may be best to not read this.

[Due to the formating, you have to scroll/slide the text to the right to read the full poem.]

Delirium [Archive 1]



The leeching infection of darkness clings to my curtains; it beckons to corrupt the safe haven held beyond the textiles
Teeming with the hazy thought of desolation, this black void holds more demon spawn than any withered rose [with thorns, oh so sharp] would dare to infest me once my skin is penetrated
It slithers silently through the gates of mentality more agile & cunningly than any serpent that could ever face this Earth in countless millennium
With a target locked in its path, nothing can prevent the fate of which I'm deemed to suffer


Every morsel of a bittersweet memory that passes through my mind to repel the delirium's strengthening grasp is twisted and crushed by reality-based torment; a tiny taste of it's power
A motherly figure turns her back to me; a bond once assured to be unparalleled, but most importantly unbreakable, fades away as I'm left with a hole equal to the previous heir of my name
Slanders of misconception and vengeful lies rock the boundaries of my life uneven; what in all that is perceived good could bring forth such hatred?
The chains & shackles embedded into my fleshy exterior hasten their sways & swoops, held by those who are falsely considered superior to satisfy an immense hunger for control and order
My own mind turns in on itself; a new form emerges of which is eternally expendable to all that see fit
Fists; riddled with the product of self-hatred & a yearn for a bitter end, raise up in rebuttal to this mirrored monstrosity; "I won't go down without a fight..."


One step is all my being can take before pain overloads my nerves
Pupils constricted, my gaze is forcefully averted by a crimson red hand for what feels like a flutter of a dragonfly's wing before another slender hand grips my neck
The snap is almost silent; the remains of my mortality fades into the blaze which catches my body like a match smothered in the caressing sensation of gasoline
He awakens in an instant; his gaze into this new realm is but two dark pits swirling with rage
Liquored up more than the bottom of a gin bottle, he stumbles through what was once my life [; oh, how it will cascade downhill...]
Allied by desolation on his shoulders and snakes wrapped around his neck, he preys on the weaklings that I treasured


A snow vixen stood first in his path; her breath tainted with wine
Her body broken & battered; the groping hands & rods of perpetrators left a permeant scar
The remnants of perseverance kept her from leading astray to the hilt of a steel blade [; it always left me astounded...]
Unknown to her, my presence would change her life forever
I made a blood vow to prove that her mortality meant more than just a seed carrier for the opposite gender
Years pass by like rose petals withering away; a novel, we wrote of our journey together
A novel burned at the stake by him as he now reigned superior to me
His essence brought her pain; what has become of her former angel?
The edge of existence was his trump card; she couldn't take him any longer
A formal, sorrowful dismissal brought the bridge to its destruction; splinters fling like stray bullets in all directions, leading the way to his next targets


Alas, this feud would bare unexpected consequences for him
The silhouette of a slender vixen trailed his path as he struck each soul down; her soft voice haunted him as he haunted my soul
His power grew weaker; opposing forces overpowered his trickery, as life refilled the abyss his eyes held
A heartbeat struck him down to one knee; I was regaining my grip as the rightful holder of this vessel, wearing thin the chains my seemingly limp body was restrained in
As my grip on mortality was replenishing, I was met with his forsaken face as the last shackle wore weak to my brute strength
With a crooked grin gleaming from one cheek to another and a snap of his fingers, the chain shattered like a pure heart of glass
His being begun to fade from the cracks of light my cell had once engulfed; in his final moment, he snickered: "Here's to the hell WE'VE created."


I stumble back into the helm of myself; vision blurred for what felt like an eternity
Vengeful baritones bellowed from my throat to signify my victory over my nomadic clone
A gleam of red catches my gaze as it slowly adjusts to what lays before me; I look to my hands to find blood a plethora caked into my skin
Horror fills my mind; tears run down my dazed expression like a waterfall
Fear kickstarts the realignment of my perception, laying out a path of mangled bodies that were once my will to live
The sight paralyzes me instantly; I'm left with nothing, as I stand idly, watching the faint shape of a vixen fade into the crimson-red horizon...


["I should've fucking stayed dead..."]

• Reggu