The "Book of Styx" is a collection of dark poetry in the setting of howling winds and eerie landscapes. The art comes from the murky imagination of Eddy Styx. Eddy Styx is the male, murderous, alter ego of C.M. Mattison. He has a flare for murder, mayhem, madness and poetry. His poetry will take you to a different world of shadowy reality within the dank, gloomy alleyways of his mind; his reality, where ghosts still walk and the dead have voice and speak, not always in whispers. He invites the reader to enter into this grim world, all of which is in his fevered mind. He is quick-witted and deadly accurate with his switchblade knife. When he takes on the project of murder, there is none like him in dedication. He is a modern day "Jack the Ripper." His poetry explores the delicate balance between life and death. With a deft mind, he will take the reader on a macabre journey of a lifetime.

Book of Styx

By Eddy Styx

AuthorHouse

Copyright © 2011 Eddy Styx
All right reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4678-6982-9

Contents

Virgin........................................1She...........................................2Loving........................................3Invisible.....................................4Succulence....................................5Liberator.....................................6Road Kill.....................................8Impotence.....................................9Intrepid......................................11Obscurity Girl................................12Fatima........................................13Crisis in oz..................................14In the Gloaming...............................15Dead seas.....................................17Nocturne......................................18Crystalena Ascending..........................19Crystalena Descending.........................20Catharsis.....................................22Toys?.........................................23I Am..........................................24Sanctuary.....................................26Cheat.........................................27Scheherazade..................................28Passage.......................................29Senryu Trio: Hunger...........................30Spoiler.......................................31Apsara........................................33Consortium....................................34Dark Possession...............................35Ride..........................................37Dervish.......................................38Whispers in the Dark..........................39Riddle........................................41Dark Mistress.................................42Residue.......................................43Vacu-lass.....................................44Lawman........................................45Core..........................................46Muffled Melody................................48Tenure........................................49Medusa........................................51Reach.........................................52Fragments.....................................53Betrayal......................................54Verboten......................................55Senryu: Aftertaste............................56Kissing Frogs.................................57Spindrift.....................................58Sculptor......................................59Osiris........................................61Melt Down.....................................63Sacrifice.....................................66Nocturnal.....................................68Medieval......................................69Jack..........................................71Thorn.........................................72Lover's Art...................................73Young Ripper in Love..........................74On the Shoal..................................75Marguerite....................................76Dreamer.......................................77Word Warrior..................................78Beacon........................................80Serpent Tongue................................82Pain Defined..................................84Oubliette.....................................85Watched.......................................87Ultimate Enemy................................89What's In a Name..............................91Where Monsters Reside.........................93Ancient Purpose...............................95Angles........................................98surreptitious.................................100Confessions of the Ripper.....................102Toad & Fly....................................107Tryst.........................................108Phantom of the Opera..........................109Cauldron......................................113Between the Lines.............................115Path..........................................117Dread.........................................119Paradox Creature..............................121Rain..........................................122Indigo Love...................................123Lost Toys.....................................124In Blood......................................125Promises of Flesh.............................127Thwarted......................................131A Life in Time................................133Junkyard Mind.................................134Roots.........................................135Hill House....................................138nights Like this..............................140Poisoned......................................142Equal Ground..................................145Night Music...................................147Hell Hound....................................149Crazy.........................................151Sound of Dread................................152Famine of the soul............................154Doppelgänger.............................156Epilogue......................................157About the Author..............................159

Chapter One

     VIRGIN

    I, the burgeoning eradicator,
    dreams haunted by vampires and slayers,
    have not yet made my initial conquest.
    Decidedly,
    I have chosen my first mark ...


     SHE

    I didn't slay her ...
    She was gone when I found her,
    but,
    overcome with curiosity,
    I ...
    softly touched her pale, swollen lips
    and
    smelled her cream rinse-fragrant hair.


     LOVING

    I love the corpse
    that she is
    vivid and still
    as a masterpiece
    more beautiful in death
    color slowly
    vanishing
    as if brushed
    by a pale stroke
    for this transitory
    moment in time ...


     INVISIBLE

    I am forgotten,
    bootless ...
    I walk the streets
    of the unrequited.
    I am unacknowledged,
    appreciated, not,
    for I seek no reward.
    A quiet entity,
    calling no attention
    unto myself.
    Unobserved,
    I watch
    those who would
    stand out in the crowd.
    silently,
    I seek to know them
    only enough to avoid them
    and to remain
    beyond recollection.


     SUCCULENCE

    Silhouette in the window
    Inciting curves
    Enhancement
    In shades of gray
    On the flat canvas
    Of curtain
    To taste your treats
    Would that they
    Come alive
    I shall paint your body
    In the medium of saliva
    I've a paintbrush
    Behind my teeth
    Clever tongue
    Sixth digit and
    Key to the treasury
    Now cover your wanton
    In weeds of modesty
    Be something you are not
    The truth lies in secret
    Between me and your shadow


     LIBERATOR

    Under a street lamp,
    within its sickly, yellow glow,
    she found me starving.
    Looking deeply into
    my famished eyes,
    "I'll feed you." she said,
    "In return, you must feed me ...
    what is it you're craving?"

    I replied,
    with digits twitching,
    "I want to touch my fingers
    to that translucent, milky shadow,
    ahhhhh ...
    just there ...
    at the base of your throat,
    where the pulse
    beats like butterfly wings
    against your thin, creamy skin
    And I want to taste the death
    from your lips ..."


     ROAD KILL

    Today,
    while walking
    along the highway,
    I spied a young man
    taking pictures of animals
    that had been killed on the road.
    and
    thought of HER ...
    that was the moment
    I first noticed
    the long, thin,
    t
    h
    r
    e
    a
    d
    of drool dangling from my lower lip.

IMPOTENCE

She ...
She wraps her words around me
like a warm tortilla.
I want to eat her eyes
so I can see
(me)
the way she does.
Her volcanic verbs shoot
P...U...L...s...I...n...G
hot liquid through my veins
and
SHE causes me to lose all
ContRoL
over my bladder
and
I turn my red (face) to the shadows.
and
quickly s~l~i~n~k away.

If (i) were woman
and
SHE were man
this would not be unacceptable
male (frailty) weakness
but
demure beguiling femininity
I want to lie cradled in her semi-precious
metaphors!

     INTREPID

    Innocent wild child
    loosed upon the world
    looked in my direction
    softly she smiled
    her warm woman ways
    tossed and tumbled
    on sweet stormy waves
    she gathers the days
    at her dainty fingers
    stirring a whirlpool
    of dangerous emotion
    yet she has not crossed the line
    past the point of no return
    but the ghost of danger still lingers
    about my wild child ...


     OBSCURITY GIRL

    The games are unleashed
    As your Winter Olympics begin
    They seep into the air
    Around you like water
    Trying to appear nonchalant
    With your hair in flames
    And your ass on fire
    Act casual! this is your forte ...

FATIMA

Discreet
Suggestions
Barely breathed
Subliminal direction
Floating flying fluctuating
Feather-touching
Slow undulating dance
Inaudibly spoken
Significant eloquent glance
Come hither scarves
Cunning and coy
Covering curvaceous coveted
Ankle shin hip thigh
Inciting riots of the psyche
Succulent seductress
Of pleasures untold
Taunting teasing
Temptress of testosterone!

     CRISIS IN OZ

    I watched him draw her in
    With his easy ways
    His trap closed around her
    Tightly he clasped her inexperience
    To his hungry chest
    As greedily he sucked
    The youth from her being
    For a brief whisper
    The middle age which ate upon his
    mind
    Was stilled into silence
    By her sacrifice
    Better to have snuffed her light
    Burning brightly and quick
    Than to have stolen her pearl ...

IN THE GLOAMING

Look ...
Just there
DEEP
Where the churning
VOID
Meets
With the setting sun
Turning the waters
h*o*r*i*z*o*n
DARK
Bloody red
At its anticipated touch
Banishing shadows
From the eddy

Casting out all light ...
Morpheus
Cannot help me
FORGET ...
What once wise
Weaver spins
His thread,
Draws tightly his cloak
On this burning orb
Reality fades in
Rotation ...

     DEAD SEAS

    mindless coupling
    groping in the dark,
    begins the suffering
    doth strand the heart
    in pathos play.
    frantic echoes
    ensnare, entangle, enmesh
    BEWARE
    players of games,
    become the games they play!


     NOCTURNE

    Countless dark windows
    tiny black holes,
    line the avenues I walk.
    In silence we are linked
    herein lies the reality ...
    Alone ... yet she fills my mind
    with all her resolve.
    Where she leads,
    the voyeur in me will follow ...


     CRYSTALENA ASCENDING

    Crystalena ...
    Lingers in my thoughts
    As a gentle haunting
    Whisper of misty perfumed incense
    Sweet devil childe
    Unlike all the others ...
    I play the tune of her body
    Touch the keys of her psyche
    Find fingerings and chordings
    Reach for toeholds and pitons
    Little twistings and turnings ...
    Basking in her brooding melancholy
    Migrant morbid meandering soul
    I Drink in the spirit of her
    Ambrosial vernal wine


     CRYSTALENA DESCENDING

    Jewel-eyed
    wounded
    "Mistress of the Hunt"
    she is
    the Lady of
    mystical intuition.
    She ...
    numinous being,
    textualistic
    prophetess (and)
    keeper of my crypt(ic)
    ensanguined missives
    for bittersweet
    abandon!
    I;
    craving/carving
    in my chosen medium
    soft tissue ...
    mortal fleshy tome
    from Rubicon
    to graphic
    epitaphic epithet
    inscribed in bone ...
    ashes turned
    (and)scattered
    flown upon the vacuity
    of creedal religious
    dog(ma) droppings.
    In brief respite I taste
    circumspect affirmation ...
    She is sweet alyssum!
    Abeyance exists for me
    in the perfect clarity
    of her conceptual reverie
    In a reserved compartment of her mind ...

CATHARSIS

She is the narcotic
I cannot live without
My aphrodisiac
Sweet spanish fly
Lytta Vesicatoria
My bright-eyed lady
Deadly nightshade
Addiction
(my) Belladonna

     TOYS?

    I want to wind you up
    Watch you gyrate and twirl
    Lose myself in your spinning
    (half spider/half demon girl)
    When your momentum
    slows enough to trip you
    I'll savor the flavor of cadmium ...
    I want to strip you
    D
    o
    W
    n
    Listen to your clockwork heart
    ... dying ...
    Slowly in time
    Replace your batteries...
    So we can begin
    Again
    And again ...

I AM

A
FAT
round
lazy
brown.spider.sitting
sitting
SITTING
indolently on my web
patiently
weaving
A
sticky thread
of
Cotton~Candy~Words

     SANCTUARY

    Your mood is the language in which your body speaks to
      mine.
    Your heart is a perfect unblemished stone, beating in the
      cavern of its syncopated isolation.
    I beg hardly more of you than to scrabble forever along the
      jagged cliffs of your emotions.
    To bathe myself, palpably defenseless and exposed, in the
      frosty moonlight of your acrid, acid, smiles.
    Stripped beyond the marrow of the bone, to the naked
      manifest purity of the white hot ashes of my tattered
      and tortured soul.
    For YOU, my deceased and decomposing treasure; are the
      baleful, gleaming glance of the scaly-faced Basilisk.
    Residing in the shadows of the saguaro cactus, in my
      windswept desert rock garden.

     !GIVE ME SANCTUARY!


      CHEAT

    With heavy mayhem
    in sleep-deprived eyes,
    she steals the beauty
    in the art of the kill
    with her careless dispatch.
    Her thoughts are penned up,
    fenced, and electrified,
    with barbed wire glares.
    The last vacancy of her heart
    has been abandoned
    by the frightened nomads
    who had gathered there,
    huddling against the storm.


     SCHEHERAZADE

    young woman dances
    showing me her curious nature
    she watches my reactions
    to her ravenous invitations
    her silky skirt clings
    to my fingers and her
    moistened desire awaits
    sultry and impatient
    for my rough touch
    all along her submissive
    passive aggressive boundaries


     PASSAGE

    Her body
    Is
    The vehicle
    In
    Which
    I
    Travel best
    A
    Journey
    Of
    A billion
    forbidden
    Sensations!

SENRYU TRIO: HUNGER

like burning embers
in my brain she inflames me
to consume her now

* * *

seeking to devour
her body and mind complete
feast on her juices
* * *
midnight lover's tryst
surrendering supple flesh
find secret couplings

     SPOILER

    Long ago
    Standing there
    (Chalk)
    Didactically in hand
    Baby pink
    Silk blouse
    (Belted)
    Straight black skirt
    Tastefully tight
    Long dark hair
    (Spilling)
    Down to touch
    That secret place
    At the back
    Of her knees

    (And)
    In a young
    Boy's mind
    Only she
    Could make
    His erotic history
    His first erection
    Spotted by
    Little red-haired girl
    (Pointing)
    Laughing loudly!

APSARA

Stripped and skating across
the sex-slick sweat-soaked sheets
you are the succubus of my dreams
squirming in my avaricious arms
greedily devouring your lips
like candy kisses at carnival
I know in the end
this pollution
of body and spirit
will only make me ill

     CONSORTIUM

    Wormwood is the flavor
    of your kamikaze kisses
    Directing them at me like an invasion
    they rain down upon my terrain
    in an aerial attack
    Blistering bombardment by bitterness
    Once you were my heart's oasis
    Now you are an evil blight
    Bane, a pox upon my soul
    From hotbed, to sickbed, to deathbed...
    A bed of nails
    I will not run the gauntlet with you!


     DARK POSSESSION

    from the moment he saw her,
    he was lost.
    he became disaster;
    a cloaked and weighted thing,
    dispossessed of himself,
    perched and poised
    upon the pit's brink.
    she became a burning coal
    in his twisted tortured mind,
    sucking away his soul
    in small, slivered increments,
    one, fine razor-slice at a time.
    he could not loose himself
    from her wicked woman's touch
    except to douse her fire.
    it wasn't anything personal.
    (it was) just the nature of the beast!

(Continues...)

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