I don't have poetry necessarily, but here's some lyrics from the album I'm working on.
Little baby corpselight eyes
Come down to raze the failed design
Malignancy lay down in blood
Phantasmagore decaying sun
Death of pentagrams revoked
As experiment turns into smoke
A thousand eyes sewn shut cut out
A thousand pigs return unbound
Sew the tumor cold with dirt
The phlegmatic shall die unheard
Dream the youth of bygone days
Expurgatist’s mutual decay
Pick the dirt out, pick the bones
From wreckage feathers shall atone
Build the bones into a spire
This earth is a funeral pyre
I put it in a fittingly edgy red.