﻿Fame Moan Lisa Published by Mermaid Press at Smashwords Public Domain Incision, pain; cut open and bleeding from the insides; in a small sample, there will be a chorus of intensely prolonged insomnia; scattered in my nerves; and as my wish divides, and open heart; the cavity of truth coincides with the aesthetic Silence of your thrashing muscles; laid out on the operating table Dressed in silk; dressed for the kill, instead it's closing time; and the board goes uninterrupted as the doctors stitch up your skin, The lesson learned, is a lesson unbecoming of your institutional array of learning; you take the wrong pieces of information in, and form your own opinion; your own pattern, as it were; The unknown origin of time; and the thirst for its exchange, driving chaos of the mind; let loose the frozen corridors' containers; and let the blood reconcile with its sins; As fortunes gaze; you've come to the bottom of this place. We left you bleeding; we left you in the mire, below the trees; next to the fire, and if it were my decision to make, you would be left forever; bathing in your blood Because my feelings for you have turned sour; Hate lingers on, in cold, delightful play; unchecked and imbalanced spurring sifted grey matter; pouring out like water in a flooded sea of envy, I grow bitter And poisoned; at the thought of you, Because as love grows thin, I dream of the consequences of our past desires; how they played upon my heart, allowing the caving in of my emotion's song; And now, as winds die out; and beauty has become a rotten fruit; our love has passed into the grave; and all our Spoken lies have led us to this hour, with you Bleeding in the mud beneath my care. The sight of my own blood; and the sight of hers, my desire satiated and well-consumes; but she, she feeds for two head buried like in sand; the nozzle trapped within her maw And her cave entrance is a place of high and mighty miracle; life is born and changes; we pass time at differing rates, there is no mention of God or the hereafter Only the bloom of flowers as they grow; only the slight funneling of rain as it passes through our home; only The tears of her young child; as she steps in through the door; And I see rain fall; and I see the summer sun, and I watch the moon cast its light down upon us; and we can see the beach In the distance; watch the soft, melodic beating of the waves against the shore; And I see my love. We shall purge our sins, today in the presence of these rose-colored hills; when I grip to you and sing my ever-lasting poems in your ears; and we'll make our mark upon the hillside, Leaving esoteric remarks about the drips of fire moving through our veins; we'll make love to the color of the sky, its bright red paradigm; and shelter below and beneath the burning of the sun As it scorches our flesh; and we bleed our our colors; The distance will grow between us, and our minds will turn a soft shade of pink; between the night and the daylight's offering The world will be at once; forever complete; so I offer you the rain, and I offer you up the shadows of a flame, plucked from the hand of God And I offer you a dissonant star; shining ever bright, shining loudly with its discordant song of flame; keep it for the night's Last wish; keep it for our love's last calling. We stake our lives on flames, as they proceed against our wish; blowing into our midst, and into our lives, The hair and my face are torn from me; the sweaty drip of the brow, grows cold; and I can face my fears but I can't touch reality's enclave Two worlds in union yet distinct, one turns while the other lies stone and concrete; plastic dreamer, fluid in the darkness of the film; depleted and denied her everlasting life When the closed doors take us in, and when the silence fills the chambers; we won't seem happy; but we'll sense The fear; and it will make us excited; Desire and lust, and pain; all at once; we'll be complete without a cavern to bed the witches in. You crave complacency; and I crave the fire of our burning world with each drop of red flame taking us under; to new levels of pain, I see the bright red particles of our youth, combusted And leaving trails of ember leaves, dancing in the wind; you ride the sea; the ocean's travails as they sink your burning ship And I would have us both within the circle of my flames; dancing copasetically beneath the starlit sky; but I will breathe, and take the slow sails into the west with you; Upon the crimson dusk into the shadows of the night; And we'll make our fire in the bed, between the sheets; loving longingly through the chill of the ocean's breeze; rocking softly over the water's rim; talking softly over the water's voice; And in the silence of our night; we'll make our vows. The owl's past coming, and in the dark I find myself walking; waiting for something extraordinary to feast my heart upon, This vacancy within, has tied me to the floorboards for too long; I crave the suffering and sublime interpretations of the earth Pressed wood in fire; and the holy covenant of blood, A bitter stillness of the water, to press my lips upon; the ancients of the land have set up spears; and pillars to their temples; and I should pray to these unseen gods; Through dance; and through feasting; and through flesh's romantic skin, And when the moon recedes and gives its sign, I will find room for memories; and I will find room for the bleeding of my madness Seeping in with fire; and the holy covenant of blood; And will exchange my lofty flesh in sacrifice; I will offer up myself upon the stone. Hold a siege upon my body; take me up through stairways to the mind's bleeding edges; and we'll grow cold in the chambers of my lost, forgotten dreams; slide the knife across my wrists And I'll bleed fire, as you lick off all my intoxicated streams Of red; bathe ourselves in passion's flames, and linger on in insubstantial chorus; without complaint and without worry What tomorrow brings; only now, and only here in the vials of our dissonant corruption; we'll place fires at each of the entrances to our cave; to keep out the wishers and the priests; to keep out the innocence that creeps inside You and I; and this luxury of fire, Burning slowly to the rhythm of our incest. Night breeds a long string of contemplative thought; and I manage to lose myself in seeming years, pouring through it all; while you sleep; my little angel, comforted and ready For awakening when the moon has set and sun is risen; I will sleep tomorrow, in the shattered glass of our dissonant and disruptive song; I'll close my eyes within the sun's Bright rays of light; and watch my breath collapse, as I Peel off the skin; and fade to a distant echo of myself; you'll howl. When sleep persists; you'll dream about my corruptive stain; and how I left you there, on a bed With ashes in your hair; and wet with thawing frost I'll choose a sentiment to leave you by, and you'll lust after; but I will lock the door; there is no entry To where I am going. Time closes in; and we are growing thin, and losing sight of youth; the comfort in our world has changed, and we lose the essence of our innocence; all things come to a close And we are closing in on the end of everything; Our lust, and our passion as it plays out through the stars' ensemble; our births make way for death's final act, the purge And we come to grips; and we despair, despite our longings We make due with the purchase of our flesh; and blood, small things begin to weigh in on us; the world is not the wondrous place it seemed, when we were young and life was full of Energy; we claim the night, we claim the stars as our own But it isn't enough to ease the pain of passing; one small disruption in time's capsule; one easy breath is all it takes To lose someone; to lose sight of a fragile dream, and you Are lost to me; even if not through death, but through some other means; it's all the same, one less want and one less worry; one less strain upon the soul to keep it hanging on. As bleeding feels; as the cold incineration of the skin left on ice too frigid to sustain its life; the burning form of fit, which offers up a rise in politic; For fortune and fame; and the little blame of envy Crossing wires; and contemporary strain of digital release; always sexual in nature; they pray to the god of ones and zeros; while we pray to blood and fire and milk; the capital crime of resistance to the stars' bright white light Consumes us all, and we hang our heads in the same shame As the ones who came before us; in this frigid air, we hold our hallowed lamps and sing to the lord of the air; to make What will be, to happen; and the apocalypse of night to come; To breathe a bright flame into our life blood, and to censure off the innocence of our times; to make the blood flow easy and rich; and pure, so we may writhe in a bath of ecstasy. In our epistle; in our exchange of ideas, with sudden contrast of form; an obsolete entrance to our faith's forbidden shores; We breathe the new testament of our everlasting sacrifice; Written in the blood of our sins; and in our lust, combined with the slow burning desire of our bodies; a transformative work, penned in our sacrificial bleeding, Not comprehensible; it is the markings of mad, intoxicated minds Etched out in candlelight and scorched by the remains of hallucinatory daydreams; the thoughts bleed and form obscure Passages, through the mind's walkways; and dreams are certain to be poured within the wax templates of our love We write as we make love; And we make love to the sounds of poetry written throughout, it is a symmetry of the pages that keeps us clear of consciousness And purges our sins in the book of our encrypted thought. Unbegotten love; swollen in the belly stays the mind; and lets the system rebel against the purging of its hold; And deep, in the well of absconded time; the world turns a blind eye; and lashes beat the rhythm of our hearts Twisted space and simple romance plays apart; distinct seductive cells of spinning earth And clean, forgotten spaces; rebirthed in temperament lie within the walls of our destructive household No more lies, and no more ill-begotten change; Just the rhythm of the dew; dropping in place. As chance lies in flames; and the howling of tomorrow's future burns with a cloud of ecstasy; the winds die down in futuristic motion, and begin their destructive swirl again; the push and pull of chaos Blurring the fine lines of fantasy's corruption It is the season of our mind's chaotic spin; and down we go, through the escalators of the brain stem; and into our subconsciousness Reading into pages that were malformed and symbolic sets of regressive stains; purged and contemporary arts, set out in bits of string to capture the essence of youth and transformation It is a hollow sound, triumphant; played on an accordion And I wash my clothes in your blood; and I watch your seed dry upon the pavement; and I want to know the essence of Your look; pressed in on stone and sentiment carved in ice. The life of my body swells; to encapsulate my broken heart, and it beats as though nothing had ever torn; I feel the essence of her smile, as she plays her last goodbye upon my lips; And we say farewell; for the moment, but not forever And in this salivating kiss; exchanging body fluids, I breathe her into me; her essence sublime and subdued by my intoxicated presence; and she causes a fissure to grow within Not one of pain; or joy; but that of ecstasy's involvement And she cradles me as she passes into night, and I am left alone, screaming my delight; as though she'd pressed her body into mine The death I feel in this tonight; is the death I long for. The slow flow of the flame, as it sets in; beyond, in the yard there i howling and upon the surface of the wind; children laughing, but inside my mind there is the utter chaos of my Contemporary insanity; boiling the blood, and seeking refuge Beneath the surface of my skin; there is no howling where I am, she has pressed into the distance of the yard; what I see Is your naked form, extended; holding up a lamp so I may see Your entirety; and it is beautiful, I want to hold you here in the darkness of our conceptual blindness; devour your flesh as if to make us whole; our union complete through a ritual Sacrifice of blood mixed with wine; unstirred, and whole. The blood flows through my body; in a hot boil, it's your body nestled in its place against my skin; it's the serene sound of your voice pressed close against my ears The stunning weather of our continent; on fire And as though the winds would extinguish everything with their chill cipher; pouring through our hearts, when emptiness becomes the echoed laughter foaming from within; I conceed There's little hope for love in the hereafter; when We have spread our pages thin; and writing becomes an indecency and we turn in our books for warmth; and stray a little beyond The edges of our sanity; when all our love has died out; But for now, in the pages of your book; I feel the heat of your words press against my lips; and the desire, running through the scripted song : I feel the hot press Of your skin against my own; and love is not endangered. When you stay, trapped within my mind's echoing winds-- And the trumpet blares; and all the seas are shattered into dust, your naked body (frozen in time's concrete melody). The brisk shadows edge in against us, to purge the silent stream of sound; we walk, unchained and hand in hand, with broken sores around our lips-- too soon, the shadows spout our names, too soon, the embers of our fire subdue us; and as lovers do, we embrace our death. Still and sullen silence captures us, and fetters us against a wall of torment-- here, we will pay for our sins; and even now, I can feel my lust burning for you; with swollen lips and blood burning in my womb-- I can tear my mind from reality, And see only you. In the eyes of a forgotten lover; burnished tinfoil hats and long, white jackets; the way we used to play with dolls over an open flame; how long it's been now, since you said your farewell piece, and opened the door to my home Embraced me where you stood, and shattered dreams Come home to me, my wide-eyed wanderer; my beauty of the dark; I want to comb your hair again; tell stories of an ancient sin, and rise corrupted in your bed the way we did Pink blossoms, and butterfly wings; crimson dresses And eyes the color of our blood as we sink our teeth into the sand, the desert as our foul witness that something had gone wrong; an undesired misfortunate series of events; branded us convinced We were destined for the snares and traps of hell; Our sensible committed gazes poured out upon the pages of a necessary lie; and consumed the holy script without a meaning or a context; and gave life to juvenile interpretation, so we chanted and we performed the ritual acts; blades and blood and bread and wine, A reenactment for the gods' arousal; a dressed rehearsal for our Embittered lives, drapes and roses; and carousel rides, small steps in sin to let the crimson snakes come coiling in. There was a falling out between us; as the chaos in my head corrupted speech and mind; and thoughts proceeded to blind me from your beauty; and in the darkness of an unkempt mind, I called out for her restrictive pause; in summer's dress Stationed in the coldness of my heart; I breathed her name, and dissented; caused a paradox to surface in my brain; The little light which shone could not contain the emptiness I felt while I was working; so hard was I working to unravel the dreams I had collected; so long pressed against glass to unremember the words she had spoken to me as darkness fell And into the blush; rising air of perfection's form As you left I saw nothing more of beauty than your veil, with embittered tears I rent my clothes and drew blood; dancing naked and saddened in the streets with forms of Interpretive dance; never created before; I blew my tears into the wind and shattered all what was left of innocence's container; I scraped the fuses of my heart, and shook my body's soul; enraptured in this form of utter chaos; I consumed. Irrespective of the face you wore, I found you beautiful as we arranged our heads, the symbols and scores; and sacrifices pertaining to our holy script; set in stone and fire I washed your feet, and scrubbed my hands clean; and set The table for our feast; opened the door to our patient eyes, and swept away the dust of our ill-intentioned lies; aroused Myself in the cool bath of the morning; and kept our Wedding ring upon a plate of gold, for you. To keep to honest aims, to keep to fasting; and forsake the irresponsible permutations Of my mind's construction; the invisible, intangible streamers of my denied faith; stopping at longings for her And as the ashes flake away into the night; I keep myself pure throughout night's passions; and permit myself only a small and lonely glance Against the sun's setting rays; to turn the tides. With strong, triumphant bursts of wind to carry our delicate song across the water's edge; to bleed into the pools where we first met; and to scream a silent word into the mist Where lovers weep and malcontents lie broken at the beach I fuse my delicate arms into your womb; break water, broken hearted malady; and chase the foreign speech into the sun I dream of you, as the distance grows further; and we grow Closer at the heart; While babies born to ministers praise this temple we have constructed through our making love; And raise their voices into the wind; like chaos in a field I lower myself to you, goddess of a lonely night; and praise your beauty as if it were mine only to behold; And I chase ghosts but none can walk on water; or seize the open air and climb into the wind's welcoming embrace. Will you belie my smile; will you set at ease my dissonant sores and my corruptive skin; will you recall the beauty of our first touch, placed upon your face; my lips pressing down upon your skin And let us mark that moment in advance, tear apart the strings Which caused our discord and bury them in earth, deplete the air which stood witness when I divulged my darkness to you; and you bore witness to every fault and sin; I've held within Between embittered tastes; and sour consequences for my affairs; please, don't take hold of my mistakes and turn them into daggers Dark-faceted blades; to be pressed into the skin Take an oath with me; to bury these small forms of interruption to our lives; we'll make a casket that holds our sins inside; No one will know, not even the gods will know; we'll bury ourselves inside a burning frame of wood; bury ourselves Completely in a mixture of iron, wine; blood and gasoline. A cold moment; between our lips there lies the heat of day, an insincere apology and the pressing in of my desire; I want to swallow you whole; to keep the bones and filth And dry my lips, indecently; as I expose the cradling of your youth; the uncut purge of innocence, and the remainder of our love's affair; blessings are in the eyes; and mine lie Secretly; giving long embraces to other lovers; While you grow cold, within the confines of the truth; lust's enemy; and when I purge your secrets from your lips, the eyes hold nothing back; And so I spend my time getting older, and loving easily; while you sit upon your hands; waiting in the darkness of a shadow And I bleed easy, my blood like fire; And you won't ever catch me, or see my eyes; as they spread out your innocence like a flame; burning down our house. An emotion split open; a central signature carved into the light and her heart bleeds in parallel to my own; as we face a bed, replace our internal aesthetics under surgery A defacement of my vernacular; creeps into my head Bottles of pills rattle; as I spread my legs and let the doctors rape me with their medicines; the future is foretold, and born As an illegitimate child, holding no pains; and wanting nothing as the fever burns out her remains; she is born an empty casket Destined for the grave; who can reduce her to suffering, while she resists all attempts to make her a virgin again; Surgery's mask and comprehension's maybe; the walk and the width; shortened lives and stuttered songs call Maybe as the only child. While the brisk wind stutters; and the doctors put on their masks. As you spread into the lower reaches of my unconsciousness; and I dissolve into the pool; letting loose the tight strands of my environment; take a breath, relax; and absorb you completely Without this dent of sin upon my body; without the strain I can let go; and reach deep inside of you; to the fractured past where patience has long forgotten value of your skin, The deep allure of your precious eyes; the carvings in your frame I pass through fire and flame; and let the world take leave of me, bracing myself for the hold you have upon my withered soul; you break and mend my pieces; Darkness sets in; and the bones readjust themselves to your allure; without wanting, and without proper repair; this is a fragmentary dream; encapsulated in fire and the blood of your disembodied flame And without proper burial; I will repeat these lies of our affliction Surreal discordant thought; serene corporeal desire, mixed and washed and purged in a bath of indecently exposed flesh and blood. Dear widow; trained in the eyes of a silent night; with the moon still shut in without reprise, a fever and tossing in the midnight air, so swollen are your cheeks; and your head is filled with psychotic laughter Jealousy devours your mind, in movement with the rhythm of a dancing girl Studied rhythm, of the times when we were playing music in the yard, and singing hymnals to the darkened sky; I swing your arms about me As I lift up your dress, and say my prayer to the cold caresses of our Intoxicating love affair; sweet sexual seduction; blazed with fire and heated beneath a swollen sky; dreams may come; as feelings drop and recline Spent lust, and a bed of ashes mixed with myrrh; and spilled seed Which gives us birth to sinful sleep, and self-destructive dreams. But from this world, an everlasting peace; after the sun has darkened her eyes; and closed the sores we've opened; together with a single blade have slit Our wrists, and strayed into the bleak beyond; where no thing captures The soul; and body drifts endlessly, at peace; while the world in all its unrest, turns a sour note and fills the air with heart's despair; and sighs Sleep well; and cast the eyes in shadow, for the dusk will come soon enough But pray, let's make the most of this sullen sore we've bonded through; and empty out our lives within each other's lap, and sew; with stitches through and through; these lies we tell ourselves The night is still young enough to dance; and make our bed wrinkled with love's unfettered fury, to dine on our diseased and sinful minds; Let go the restraints; unloose the lustful tongue; and let it flicker. These stitches only go so deep; and cannot hold together the tears, the wounds you've dug within your flesh, tonight, we'll gather in the basement of your earthen cell; And raise our cups; in blessing you'll take offering To ease your pain in passing; soft drugs mixed with alcohol, these bitter pills of suicide; and we'll carve a corpse in you Deep within the well where you have bled, we'll raise our cups To you and drink; forever in loneliness and shadows; to break down the holy ashes mixed with earthen clay Strange shadows who play upon your doorstep, as you wait And they'll take count of your sins; in the basket of offering; and place you beside the altar of your ancestral scars. As the cool grey liquid sits on the shallow of my tongue; I press my nails into my skin, enough to bite and bleed; The piercing of skin breaks the shallowness of waters And I breathe in against the cold rushing of the air, separating sky from water's depth There is a cool mist that fills my lungs; and as I feel I'm dying; and all the world has faded to shades of grey; I believe I am sinking; deep below the surface of a dream, Where cool ice bleeds into my mouth; into my lungs, and fills my body with the doubts and seeds of despair; Winter's cold edge, it feels nice against the skin; where my nails had punctured; cold forgotten flesh ripped clean And I rebuke the winds; and set my sail underneath the surface of my mind; to blow the winds of time and forget my past To capture all the restless birds at last. These threads of our inseparable lives; have bled into the pool of our salvation, from which we drink; and within our minds, there's an appeal; a saviour's song, ringing loudly in the reaches of the dark, and I dry my wet and weary eyes On crafts constructed to be used in the sacrament of hours The deified use of our sweat and blood, and tears; as they may fall; into the wood and metal of a god's arm; or cast in plastic, to fit the form While molten doves have migrated to bitter steelish salves A presence for the young, and for the old; a cast-iron sieve to force the generations to behold the witchery Of catatonic steel; and dive, into the blue waters The way we did when we were young; the clear blue waters; and wrestle with the sky. My last design; the causeway for a casual encounter, and the brief moment in time; whose likeness has not been touched before, she sees me naked; and I open my lips to her and scream A silent metaphor; the dissonant sound of my youth exploding And her face as I utter those foul words; keeps ticking, keeps the semblance of her flame in order, so I shy away; and I capture her on film, with a large degree of respiration on my end Her lapse in time's continuum; her bodily fluids rush And enter my mouth; salivas mixed and melting, I dream of no better place than the purging of her kiss into mu mouth Dreams issue forth and froth upon her lips; the sweet sentiments of love, captured in the essence of our kiss; the feelings Melted into foam; expunged as lips take form, and soothe the innocence away from her nakedness. Depleted pockets of sunshine; my only light to travel by, when all the world is dark and lonesome; Wandering eyes can't see and severed lungs can't make a breath to be engulfed in oxygen; Swollen now in dust, but I can cure it all; if I just choose my words wisely; can knock against the center of the earth, and expect an answer; The demons which dream within our core's heated ball; dream of me. As we were one; in my youth, tied fancifully together with balls of string and yarn, the young ones are prey; it is the innocents who get taken away; It is the long stretch of the mile, closing in on us that claims The retention over our soul's conjecture; and I find a moment to breath, the skinny girl in jeans just took off her jacket and is coming this way; A minute of anxiety; stretched across my skin, what can I do To pretty up for her when she's come all the way over; what can I do, to stop time? In certain spinning paths; where words collapse and leave the rhythm of a sound to disseminate all its information; through the waves of the sea; the sun and moon speak, and through your eyes I can see God It's not apparent what I see, but it's a likeness I have never seen before; in their two-toned gaze I can view history's assault And with it I will stop to lie to you; for this feeling you can pierce my soul When the long night awakens, and there is no God; in the temperature of my illness; when there's no passion, only the gaze of death Laying hard against my body; stealing breath, I will not succeed In bringing any words of faith to pass between my lips; but only in your eyes I'll find some sympathy to wash me of my sins. I feel only a fraction of what I know, about the world surrounding me; and about life's misgivings and the season of the dead, if it were tragic thoughts I were living in; then life may be comprehensible But inward holes pour bitterness of life; and while I appreciate the stolid sentiments of yesterday's appraisal; and while I hope Tomorrow comes with fresh new baskets filled with tender cares, There is nothing written, no divine omen; driving us to God; just the bitterness of everyday, a sentiment of scars; pushed out and pulled in; reversed for damage's convalescent stillness I wreath my body with the flames of an entire country's sorrows And purge upon it all my own life's anguish; let it burn, let it burn; and so the house becomes corrupted with the flames of death. She can encapsulate me within her small, marked breasts; and shine a light upon my mind's interpretation of this world; the bitter views I hold about love; and loss, and my respect for the gods As if there were gods to pray to; within the realms Of possibility; I delve into deep waters, edging in ever closer to her scars; and I see the light within her great divide; pouring out And shaking her fragile form; Tomorrow's dreams become today's Broken heart; another shattered desire, wrapped in the flames of inordinate summer; special secrets exchanged between the rising and the setting of the moon; in her full nakedness; exchanged as Lovers do; like water poured out between the legs; our love is poured out between the legs; and I capture this moment in my memory; a love's affair; with filth and sin spilled out between the legs of my lover. Within the modern mind; within the caves that bleed, and where the waves crest and spew their toxic sea, I will wash with you In the waters of the ocean; next to you, as you take off Your dress; and I will burn in memory you nakedness; and when the world washes over in the sea, I'll take a photograph of you Bright red blood covering your body, angel of the summer shore I'll watch you go in; next to me, and doused in flames we'll make angels in the sand upon the shore; let the waters pull and push; unravel you, and take the easy steps into the sea. What you will see, when the oceans close up their shores; and the tide rolls back beneath the sea; when your eyes press hard against my shallow mess of broken limbs, and sentiment is shared Between our hands; when love's last kiss lingers Like a lifetime in the sea; and all our fruitless years of waiting to be freed collapse; in one small moment upon our lips; this perfect holiday, free of the corruption of a bound and ugly soul; Once shattered, these bonds will only tighten when the waves roll in. So, to the sea; we wrestle with the waves, and catch a glimpse of the hereafter; drowning in flames, without a glimpse of beauty to behold; the only word I can think of is your name; pressed hard Against my lips; I'm drowning in vain; trying to catch your breath. Rolling lovely waters, into the sea; giving birth to sunrise and the silken strands of flesh that give us life; we run As though we could hide from it; and we pass through The meaning of the temple and the moon; here we rise upon two legs and give offering, to the gods of the water and fire; And mud; in their affection, we burn our skin with molten brass And make the mark of the goddess of the moon; with all her diamonds; charged with our revival, drowning in the words Of her children; passed down through generations; these scriptures Pressed into our minds; forever, pressed wholly for the death of the body to be made clean; we must set ourselves in the sea and let the ocean's tide roll over us; we must sink Into the sea's hypnotic lull. I saw you walking through the backstreets of my mind; a clean face, all beautified; with diamond sparkles in your eyes; and a clean surrender to this year of turmoil left inside; I break you to pieces, and glue you back again; broken Innocence, in a mesh of wires and electricity; the battered offset while my mind is playing tricks on me; the rolling conclusion to what is to be necessity's surrender And you dream of realistic urges; while I dream of Nothing but the chance to place my kiss between your lips; and I cry sweet nothings within the cavity; and corrupt your sweet, enticing lips with my dense gravity; The clouds roll in and the rain begins to climb down the ladder of the sky; while you are waiting, lonely I grip The tender flesh and take you in my arms; lovingly Destroying the youth and innocence of your perch. Awakened by a flame into this constancy of life, and I remain untouched by pure insanity; the crossing strain of my lover's grasp, as she regains a portrait of her Affliction; bruised and unbecoming distances in flame How we walk, across the surface of each other's mind; in continuity's close-knit strands of bedding fiber, Untouched by pure insanity; we lie together in the night, Becoming united through a fluttering of speech, and into the crisp, unbroken air we laugh out loud; wondering when we come home, will there be air again to breathe. Time's elegant design; and the forewarning of our birth, and our death while I'm transfixed upon your eyes; the sudden splendor I had not ever touched within the abscess of my discontinuous mind; A clear distraction; to gaze into those pools of beauty In my distress now; I find myself calling on the cesspool of my insanity, and there with sleek and simple frame, I find you dancing; A drop of rain; a storm with sun beneath its brow And I collect the rain within my basket; I keep you close to me, beneath the shelter of my hood; rubbing my eyes as they wander Through the wooded fields; And stopping to relax when all the dreams have died away; just merely ending all my toil, and discontinuing the rain within my thoughts; As the edge of birth grows nearer; I take you in my arms with slow degrees of pain; and set you there, between my legs; and breathe. This cold fixation; upon the mind's lashes, as she seeps into my heart and holds me in an isolated cell; without words that I may speak, in beauty's spell enraptured; the lives I've lived place consequences Onto the plate of resurrection; onto the temple walls, And I can see her clearly; through the fabric of her piece, she is wanting; and we desire the same thing, pour hazard to the wind; To blow its consequences; without a shelter, without the tools For our repair; we dance naked in the mire, beneath the ash; making circles with our fists and raking in the emotions of our lust; for seven days and as many hours again, we pray Beneath the ash; our broken english prayers, to spell out the enraptured glory of our thirst; and to hand down The distance to our eyes; to hand down our hearing and our lies. We stay, within the confines of our cold enclosure; and we bind each other loosely with the knots of our transgression; we say a simple prayer To the gods that may have cared, long ago when the earth was born But no longer meddle with the affairs of man; and we stare into each other's eyes longingly, hoping what will come will ease our sanity; Desire splits us open like a knife; and we bleed, and we stir; and each unto her own degree has captured and secured her faith, Long dress of innocence ripped open; and bleeding Like the continued flush of wind threading through our hair, and we rise; surmising confidence in each other's stare This purity of awakeness; these simple dreams, Conclude when no one's watching their performance. A seat for one, to dwell within this hollow of a shell; to sip and think of yesterday's laughters; to swell and stop articulating Speech, but let the blood run wild; when she remembers The smile you had left inside her heart; and she sees blindly, how you had crossed the line, it doesn't even bother her; that you left. When you show up again; the place is clean and ready For your silent cup, with all the laughters spilt in; Open the closed confines; and breathe in the morning's sunrise, and have som tea, before it's too late to mention; all the words you have to say, to say "I love you." The wheels are set, in motion; in complaint of everything we've missed so close your eyes, like a small child; and dream peaceably. As disappointment permeates my screams; and the bitter fog devours all my yearning to redeem myself; I sleep but not enough to dream, And I keep captive all my innocent serenities; within my book And in the shallows of the heart, where isolation springs; I hold my temper, complete with the innoculation of my soul; another purging and another contemporary pose of self-denial; eschewed And sanctified; as lovers' quarrels migrate through the field And purge the captured silence of my regrets; self-knowledge and self-harm threaded through and through, without warning; of pain's Persistent path through trickery and suffering; I see the golden gates shine brightly; and walk as though I were caught within a dream Tomorrow's brilliance beams; and I, corrupted by a stain of sickness have succumbed to the washing of my so-called deceits. Outside all the fuss, and all the air of disappointment lingering; I have deceased into the bed of our desires; holding hands with empty air, and flinging myself onto a ghost; drops of rain from the window soak my thoughts; and as the rain comes down upon my bed; I wonder What love is like when it persists; when the cold winds of night cannot clench the thighs, and when the feelings that arose between our eyes are left over, forever; And as the cold winds blow between my legs; and the memory of you Is all I have left to pray to, in the dark recesses of the night; breaching the emptiness within; hollowing out my dead skin with chaotic laughter; And she appears; an apparition? wholly clothed but beautiful. Like an angel in the sunlit morning; to dry my tears and heal the cuts; these wounds extended through the heart, and lower scars. Her lips are full of life, and I melt; a candle waxing into darkness So full of light, it is unbearable to breathe; and I take pains to tell her of my delights; how such an ordinary thing can transmute into a luscious field of fire; and oh! How the flames dance and sing! When the fate of the world's fury is wrapped in the plastic enclosure of a space, and no lover's silence has breached the skin of it; My heart dangles on a thread of discontinuous thought, of her arms; and her hair, and all her imperfections; how they entice me Reality will suffer fools; and break the hearts of lovers, and mine will surely shatter at the end of the flame's rehearsed parade But I will go out without commission; and I will try to reconcile the laughter of the muse, within my mind's ambivalent design. Looking for the lost romance, beneath the bedsheets; wiping tears out of my eyes, and I have found the perfect face; the one who turns me over into laughter; she sees me as an echoed Thunder, rolling through the hillside; pouring out A mixture of bottled joy and death, a falsetto piercing sky with crimson sparks; and her eyes tell of confidence and too much pity, her eyes read between the lines; the shadows Of my falling star, and I accumulate her laughter in a jar; Breaking it open when the need arises; sealed with sexual desire, and dipped wax; And I hold the strands of her hair between my thumb and forefinger, subtle magic and a hidden drift of thought As though the pulse migrated into another's eyes; What then, when the fires catch waves of betrayal and collude with the demons of desire; and fish won't wait to eat the toxic poison she has baked into the bread; a swift delivery And my intoxicated mind perfumes the hallways of her crowning as the queen. Within the hour, I will wait; and raise my cup to you, within our silent space where angels sleep; and demons roam the wind I keep to myself; in this forgotten landscape of fire And bury myself within the trenches of my mind; its never-ending passage ways, its rolling hills and chasms I like to walk through; And I will sing a song into the night's present stars Of how we walk, when lights go out; how we stumbled upon each other And in the cool breeze of autumn's delights; I'll stay a journey, home with my beloved; too dead to move, too broken to repair And I will howl at the cursed winds who broke her; and I will make a fist at God. And together, in the lonely arms of hell; we'll make our offering to the moon; and fade into the sunset. This shine in the depths of a long night; this waking from disparity, a charge of lightning in the depths of me; grows warm, and the senses I had thought were already dead; cease their stillness and begin to cradle me Once more, I have touched the innocent chambers of my heart; those innoculated substances where feelings reanimate in the dark To cry out; "We are alive." And in this fluid chamber where batches of purely isolated matter have been recovered; an awakening sets in; and she drives the final nail into my breast A beaten and bemused body arises from the ashes; and cleansed by the fire, Regaining consciousness; and no longer drifting in the shadow of a world in flames; it sings; I sing, the everlasting hymns of praise; And if God is not conscious or aware, it doesn't matter; The heart has been awakened; and the seas set ablaze; no more writhing in the ashes of forsakenness; there will be no more death. You cannot break this insanity of ideas; the charged fury of my heart as it sings out its denial; and it cries, even with the laughter, it dies a death each breath; and is consumed by pain To have you in my arms is not enough; I must be cradled And consumed in the depths of your blossoming love, to be needed and wanted without question; this undying passion of innocence is what I crave; the completeness of form, the unsteady rhythm of the feet. And without betrayal; without suffering, all things would be changed It would be like living life again; it would be the steady breath that I have fought so hard to obtain; and without deceit, without the unstable mind, bent with sorrows I could crave this lust anew; and take it to my bed; For this, I hunger; with the deepest pains of the stomach, I thirst for the renewal of our passion to give the breath of life. Within this restraining set of stars; beneath the collapse of the sun, I choose my music, and I still the pools of my desire; and let the surface burn hot; closing the door to a contemporary strain of indecency Her words, mouthed; and the echoes of my laughter and a light-hearted cry No dissonant sound roiling in the deep tonight; she has me comforted enough to carry out my amusements; to place brick by brick around our home; and set a fire in the place, to keep us warm; Safe, and secured; my lover lies. Deep within the grips of passion we pursue; she lies, with sense enough to skim the surface of our flame; and to pretend this will not last the night; Enough to wait through morning's meal and sense enough to place a quick appeal and leave the table and turn her back to me; one small measure; enough to make me desire her all the more; and when I throw the bed into the flames She's quite secure in her role as a parent; to drape the flames with fever. And let the drippings of her candlewax resound. You break the hymns; and now I have to search for other measures to keep me occupied; this fresh idea stems, and is broken just as easily The cardinal sin; a contemporary flight, has magic And when I expose myself to you; my deepest fears and insecurities, all the world's measure has said enough of doubts to make this real; And I hold in my heart contentment, and a grain of salt; a pinch of sand; and the corruption of my youth's degeneration, exalted; my impure forms, and calculated trials; risks endeavored, dreams Poached and set aflame; for the hereafter, drizzled with the dew of the damned; I set my flame For you, and only you; I choose this fettered holiday, wrapped in chains of lust; unrequited love, Set in sin; I make what love I can. You stitch together the time I've missed; the singing in my ears, while all the children pass by laughing in the yard; and I succumb to smiling at your persistent querying; and at your cause Serene indiscretion, violating the years of silence I have hung Upon my shoulders; edged downward spirals carving up my wrists, and awful sentiments portrayed by the psychotic still-birth of my son; may he rest. The doorman, with leave of absence; tries to ask you for a light, But that light; your bright and shining and persistent edge; is carved out with my engraving upon your wrist; you burn for me, and I so lovingly Exchange the mark; two captive prisoners, two desirous souls Pressed against each other's hold; and sewn, lightly stitched and strapped against each other's promiscuously dressed bodies; two lovers in the dark night Stripped of everything but each other's cold, right hand. We'll carve contentment's sanity, and put in bars the dissonant obstruction of our denied lust; and contemplate the truth of beauty, as it lies Beholden in your breasts; and in your eyes, the warm light Of a starless night; as the moon casts her glow down upon my sores; And I breathe the warm air of summer, and lie beneath you on the shore When the glow of the embers ceases to breathe life into our eyes, when you have purged all of your necessities of inspirational atonement And achieved the status of the muse; in someone else's flame I'll wail; and I will weep, and seize my schism's pain; and feed my soul the grief that I was born to bear witness to, and purge the luster Of my works; I'll set them all aflame. The mystery of your resolve; to save summer's concealment, in the face of devastation; and the trimmed reductions in your faith, tonight we will feast upon the atmospheric charge; and take control of the byways While in the heart of a mad land; they play the inconsistencies of God, And trapped in the mind of a madman, I shield my eyes and temper my heart until the gods play quick and dirty rhythms on my appendages; bemused by Satan's discordant trails; I spread the oxen thin In a sacrilegious rite, and in passing pass regards; throughout the cursive bitterness of night; Stew's on fire, and the roast is perfect; Cave in, cave in; only gravity obstructs us, while we meddle in the magic of the saints; and their perpetual sins; we shall pass complaints, and hold injustice thin; upon the mounts of saints, We'll speak our tragedy, and let the yardwaste be consumed by flies. Your mysterious eyes, and the quiet solitude they speak of; engrossed in the forfeiture of space that time provides, I catch you calling out my name into the pool; and I take a deep breath And dive into you; those perfect still spheres of precious pain The dark, corruptive soul which they translate into being; the bitter judgment of a life left up to shadows and silhouettes; and dreams Carpet your madness with your insecurities, and I will feed; upon the innocence you have left, I will leave you diseased and almost dead; and you will trumpet your last call, into the recess of my pain But I can't hear past the noise of your beauty; and I won't play the righteous part; I've hidden too long, in the dark So when I see shadows hanging over you, and the flimsy mess of shelter you call home, I will steal your worries and add another layer of disaster to your door. But without the chains to keep us from our resolve; without the harness to hold us against the coming of our Lord; without the face of pain to make the heart swell, and capture a new persistent form of realization; to bleed heavy And sink the sullen tables of our youth into a strong, persistent smile; to cave in and to dress them up with mirth; to bring merriment to the corridor after so many years of ruination and despair; isolation and loneliness; to see her Face; to feel her skin against mind, and to kiss; her Lips beyond reason; beyond comprehension, she is no lover; not divine, yet her surreality closes in against the doors; and presses hard against the skin; She comes bearing, like the wealth of the nations; bearing her burden; but the likeliness of our bathing in the pool together; and all the other forms of romance; she is a strange girl; roaming in the dark; nothing more. Upon your horse, with your crown upon your head; and bleeding out of your mouth the words of the only God who's ever spoken your name; When summer lasts through autumn, and the winds become stretched thin I find you sitting in the field; playing with the lilies, and wasting time; all seasons close and are forgotten; but you are mine, and of my mind; with the soft petals reaching the softness of your skin, you are mine And I could have the touch of you here, in this small meadow; and gaze upon your form for hours; as if painting your portrait, and watch the sun Burst upon your flesh; to create such a divine interjection, And wrestle with the words I should say, to make all of your pains go away; and press onwards and ask about the sentence you have been handed down from this God you claim; what death will grasp hold on you; how will you die Festive hands and open hearts turn dark; and when we think of death, it's no small matter; when the cold touches our hands; and turns the skin pale Her grasp, on life's dividing sentence; leaves little amusement. I am a coward, and I should raise myself to the class of my oppression; sieve the sky for what it's worth, and drink to the remnants of an untidy future; the bleak, black future I have birthed; So when the sun shines, in the beginning of the morning, And when the moonlight passes through my place; I will be thinking of you, and of my failure to seduce; and I will think of property and poisons; And small lanterns, lit brightly as the shining of the stars; What I might induce in you while you are sleeping, what dreams should I provide for you in your bed; I'll wrap you in chaos, and section off the blinder parts of mind; make the feelings of anxiety run high; You are my perfect experiment; closed off, and dead to your anticipation I want to make you feel; something. So you can close off the blinder parts and reel in the delightful fury of an awakened mind; see the sun in all its fury bloom, when the day has just begun. We're waking, and this sleep has little to be desired; dormant lies, prostrate bodies and seductive eyes; hold the partial innocence of our required faith Your god; and my abduction by the lords of space and time Two tracts; and one beholden thunder, as it were ; holding me under and beneath the waves of the unconscious mind; and I breathe slowly; ever more slowly as I look into your eyes And see the flame of ages, wrapped in incandescent waves of blue You slowly expose everything, while I watch; too enraptured to move; too much heat to breathe, and when my body seizes up There is no rescue from this darkness in my mind; no answer to be gotten at; no time to sieve and sort out the rain from the mud And I keep closed my hourglass; so it won't fall and break, I keep the whole world emptied as I am; and wrestle you into the ground so you can't see my eyes as they make tears; for all these hundred years I have been waiting for you to show yourself to me. Your ties and your strong bindings; as we hold each other, my face softens; and I am bound to you in an aetheric sphere; my clothes And my skin are the two defining surfaces of our sacred vow; But the soul needs to feed, and the spirit hungers; so for now, let us feast upon our flesh; but know that there are deeper yearnings in my stomach; I long for the blood of your pain. As reflection for my own pains which I suffer; I long for you to scream, and bleed; as I have been bled A soul of destructive psychosis; mine is, a soul bent Misshapen, and abused; days spent in loneliness; within my chamber, tampering with twilight and the muse; a dawn does break And I will break in two; and you should mirror my reflection as I do. The devil's out for playtime; and the sticks are in his bag; flesh out the fires, and bring the rags; and we'll have supper Waiting for you; when the dawn breaks. The bending strain of my unconscious psyche; as it upholds our future and pretends to seize you; in my arms, I seize you Without restraint; culminating in a life of ill refrain You choose what pathways darkness you shall dwell within; and I shall seize you either way; and hold you ill at ease, With temperament's ill adjustment, I will shadow you In the chaos of my broken mind; I'll shatter your dreams, and bring the light of a broken shard of glass; reflected in your eyes; and cut-- Make a perfect incision against your skin; to match my own scar as it heals; and we'll walk through the shadows seeking tears and howling as the dogs do; in the reaches of night You'll play my bride and I, your lonesome fugitive; As we play against the fire's bleeding light, and you will dance for me; against your will, you'll drop your clothes And dance for me; within the moonlit cavern of our bed. I come to you, lonely as I am; and dreamless. Without the washing of my eyes or the fettered feeling of my legs to lock me in; I come to you, in place of my disguise and in place of lies Naked and exposed; and cold without the goose pimples as a proof; I lie next to you, and unwrap myself from all deceits and unsteadiness of mind, Colluding with the shallow portions that bring out the truths in me; And it's divine, this walk through the shallows; with you, in simple steps, using simple language; but only come a short ways; or I will close you out; the shadows fall eventually, and the cave collapses; And within this dark matter I abide; my lengthy scope of time, I twist and writhe; in the plain markings of day, you cannot see The echoes of this marshland; wrapping its mind around me. And eventually I shut the door; turn out the lights, and close my eyes; to turn in heavy sleep and unlit dreams; alone, in the dark chasms From whence I come. An untidy mess of memory; strands sometimes I can't remember where they are placed; but every thin and imperfect piece of you is held Secure; siphoned off to where I will remember And your form of beauty; your gorgeous eyes come clear within the confines of my restrictive space; and I hold you there, more than any place As the perfect conjecture of what a body should look like Between the hips and eyes; your bust Sculpted to perfection; and your breasts the center of my attention;; curved and cupped within the hand, but so cold to the touch; so unrealistic this purity of form; this conjectured piece of gold, this not-so-fragile Folding of the flesh; it takes two pieces; melted into one pot, to make her breathe; and she is lacking your soul, your innocence; and your surrender to bring life into the fold; without your essence; without your purity of mind She is lifeless; bland, and cold. I melt into time's forever flow, and hold my hand up to the sky; surrendering myself to God's persistent screams; of life's great secrets, and its truths; I come, into the chamber you were born from, And walk upon the madness of an open mind; stretched out cavern of the soul; waking to the feeding frenzy of a thousand hungry birds And I can't keep them alive; not with this flesh and blood and bone But fortune's dry salve can lay them down; to bed and after, a blurred redemption of a smile. And when we walk upon the dry leaves; we'll burn the noise into our memory; and our hands' touch too Fire comes, and takes us; fire always comes to overshadow the rest And with our feet pounding; and with the scare, we wrestle each our own demons, pounding hearts preceding us; And into the fury of the flames, we burn ourselves; leave scars upon the wrist where we had bled And when the infants come to see us; with our curses laid in fire, they'll be blood and ash for them to drink; and when their carcasses rise above; floating on the pond, we'll see each other's forms Floating on the bleeding waters. A shell; contents kept secret and secure, for no other woman's mind But in this shell, lies a loneliness and a vacuum; that few will ever touch; it is my private estate, and there's no entrance but through The mouth of your seduction, press your lips against mine; I will tell you everything there is to tell; just ask, in small whispers and as I hear; the fruit will fall, and you will eat a bite or two; And as I close myself to you; you'll hear a drowning flame Toiling in the wind; and reaching out, hurling its last bout of life Against the bottom of its wax enclosure; and as you fade to distant shores, I'll blow my heat against your face; and you won't want it anymore, But it is yours; it burns for only you, and here in the darkness Of my well, where time closes in on me; and the demons howl in shadowy dimness And where my life ends; in a shadow of destructive power. Distant wells; the pools of life, where I would drink until my body could no longer sustain it; bloated with her moisture, her lips Cool, and pressed against my own; desire's hollow And here within the confines of my bed; I turn the reading light on and instead of Moses or the prophets; I choose her delicate responses written in a bath of blood and black ink; scratched out on parchment paper For when the crows call, and the night begins to bleed into the moonlight's mind; there forms a shadow made of substance and form; not lacking speech A rest, after a warm shower and the night's reading; a rest Within my comfort's hold; my cradle, my hollow shell of skin; I rest, and seize my discomfort within my dreams. I fall into a world of Mechanical corruptiveness; metal machines, and clockworks These spinning gears do not enlighten; they divide the night from darkness; and collide against the substance of the stars; fragmenting peace and dream alike; and as I bleed, and as the whole world goes up in flames I read ; her delicate responses, bathed in blood. My face is fallen, like the rest of me; and I keep the covers close to my face; as I light the candle at my bedside, and get up to close the door; to keep you out. Yet you knock, and your persistence pays; I open my mind And shelter myself beneath your branches; you become my covers in the darkness of my room; and I hold you tightly, so that I may not fall Into the shadows; into the darkness of my loneliness, into discomfort. And here I breathe your name upon my lips; and shatter all my fears of hopelessness; and I survive, rolling your name across my tongue There is comfort in the curves of your body; but it's not the body that entrances me; it is doting and ill reflections in the pools of your eyes, it is the serene darkness within you that compromises me And though I hold my tongue, except your name; I speak loudly every word that comes to mind. In her pursuit of me, she's lost and can't comprehend why; in this decision tree, she can't find her way; and with an algorithmic mindset played through shadows; and spots of flame Leading the way towards the exit; away from me, All stages and all the holy particles born of angels; decide to stray away from me; but through her eyes there speaks A cataclysm of rebuking wind; who would seize an opportunity to play within the confines of this puzzle palace; would capture the queen, and seduce her Three moments and a notice from the police; to catch the train out of town, despite her secret longing for this play to carry onwards and upwards; to escalate into the makings of a film, with highlighted sequencing But she will pray, and carry on; toward the exit post And sign her name upon the ticket to a shallow existence. The sentience of the tide, as it rolls over me; and I feel its sublime arms reaching over me; as if the distance to our eyes were suddenly fixed between the cork's near enclosure of a bottle, and I can peer into your soul That almost empty bottle, with a hint of wine splashing against the bottom And I hold myself perfectly still, for days; within the confines of my suction and I won't dream of anything except the enclosure that captivates me so Distill me in your soul; and give me want to step inside and see Take the fiery remainder of my passion, and douse it in your liquid spell; and complete the course of action while we replicate this passion with our bodies Let the fluids of our sexual urges take us under; and as the waves once did, roll over me like the tide; take me in again, and roll yourself over me; And we will dig a hole to place our bottle; in the cleanness of the sand upon the shore, we'll dig and let it pass out of remembrance. My walk into the everlasting darkness; as I drip the last bit of wax from my only candle; and light fades in layers of grey and blue Here, in the divide of death and life; where seasons have no remainder I breathe in your incense; and devour the memory of your lips pressed tightly against mine, and seek for myself a shelter from this pain Remembering misery as it was; when all the lights turn off Regain a small essence of composure; and enter, bleeding at the wrist; her ferocity, and your exposure to the sun within my mind's eye; Cast a curious negative; no doubt a transference of our sin And without the pressures of life holding me in, I step one foot into the pond of death; and press in another, caving as my mind closes And all we see is absence; the grave reminder that we are only temporary All I see is you. Fading into darkness like a shadow; pressed up against me. Push the quietude against my breast; and make it hum. Melt the shadows of my fear with your small words, dear; and make them come within the boundaries of my exalted sphere of truths, where I keep secrets to endure past eleven; And we'll raise cups to the sky In praise of all our foreign gods, tonight past eleven And when the angels speak, we'll listen and lower our bodies in submission; and drain the well of all our sins, and speak the name of God softly Upon lips painted the color of blood, bright red blood as if we've eaten the sacrificial lamb; Remember when I held you so tightly; and wouldn't let you get away; your fingers pressed hard into me with nails biting; and I screamed a bit of pain; and I lost my mind, within your bosom Now this bright red blood is all we have; To separate us from the darkness, so let's collude and bring our chasm close; and weep our deepest desires into the pool. The fear of being left all alone; as the voices in my head consume me and your breath is out of reach and out of touch; and your eyes turn gloomy in the midnight air; so much broken heart to bear witness To this unseen thunder, rolling in upon the hills of night And when the earth resumes her glorious day, I will be left to fend with the demons; beneath my bed, writhing in excruciating pain; And you'll be left to watching after me; head bent in sorrow, As the day breaks, and all has been forgiven; save my sins, save the torment of my own mind, raving mad And you will listen as I speak words that make no sense to you; and you will save a memory of a dying soul; wreaking havoc on a body Slitting the wrists of her distempered human form; Making a mess of her bedsheets, in a sacrament of blood and sexual fulfillment; and when she sleeps; you'll cradle her in your arms, Never waking up; I will never pierce my gaze into this life again. It is still death, isolated from the shadows and the flames; purged from the belly of its mother and cast into the grave, She sees my feats and unrequited passion; fusing With the fires of the night's dark witchery; and she chooses not to obey; to leave when she is called to the affair; she comes down the mountain and braces herself for the howling And then the night begins its misery; its dark and passionate love And every orifice bleeds; each window to the soul bleeds fire and blood; and the rage of emotion; the cacaphony of bitter tears Inflamed and edged onwards into further grief; she stays her hand and slights me by her lack of interest; and I breathe heavy, I wonder Who could let this happen to me; when the lights shut out And all the world drenched with shadow and flame; and blood, and a curse upon her name, and a curse upon her temple where she prays; an outlet for my remains to stay in one piece; and the blood pours out in thick Globules; I remain embittered by her lack of patience and her paper thin character; as the hole in my heart; this black emptiness consumes me. The papercuts burn, pleasantly taking the mind off other matters; a simple tear rolls down the cheek; without heartache or regret Simple pain; without the years of longing and fascination Obsession, to retire the thoughts into the deeper stretch of mind; and so I cut myself; to make it bleed, I dip my hand in flame To make the thoughts recede; And I put ice against my veins. Dithered dreams and vacant stares into the everlasting stream of consciousness; all these recede, into a pool of ice Where I take my bath; to let my body breathe and my soul recede; Without her in my veins, without her lost connection to hold onto, I am able to proceed; and life becomes another gesture to the God of pain. I can feel the drip, the wet rain of blood pouring down; and it feels good, I can hear the echo of a sound I shed not long ago; rage and pain; delivered through the cracks in the walls but this sick mood of burning pain in isolation; and the welts On my legs; the bruising. Locked in the shadow of my mind; the bitter feel of her tongue, writhing against my skin, the foul mood swings; and bitterness Of her betrayal; the scorching heat against my wrists; It's all an uncontrolled reaction to a drifter in the pains of heated rage; and I feel hunger. Within me, beside her; her non-reactive self what could I do to break this spell of silence And get a reaction out of her; it's all in vain, and so I turn to the caterwaul; and raise my voice to stop this silent night. The threaded wraps of ivy around our wrists; the bleak look of surrender in your eyes; as lips press, and our hands touch; the soul Of earthen mounds and clumps of clay; struck with wooden staves This heartless night collapsing in on us; when wood chips away, leaving glass; sculpted into the shadows as they play against the stones; the fields are full of creatures and the woods Are seasoned sacrificial pyres; oh, to the burning of the witches. And for our sins; we seek repentance, but find no forgiveness in this holy sea; the earth opens up its maw To deliver us; in death, and so we seize our moment for a prayer What prayers can do to save us; but we pray, and with our lives at the door to our demise, we make our feet print heavily Into the sand; into the ocean's water, and into each other we take our breath; our last goodbye, and press onward into death's divide. Fueled by the forgiveness of the sun; as it breaches shadows and swims within the dawn air; and I can shed my feelings of despair, as the light permeates me in an otherwise dark affair; Shedding off the last flakes of the moonlight; I dry My tears and press my eyes against the sun; until shapes bleed into my retinas; and the damage done is permanently scarred Upon my inner eye; where I can see without a hint of light, and the darkness of the night blinds only my flesh; only my flesh Remains untouched, the burns take time to heal; and even then leave scars, and my emotions are a mess; and her leaving Has torn my temple in two; a fragile broken mess Fighting with time; I'm fighting to burn the city to cinders. As we wrap ourselves in the fires of our lust, and breathe the toxins of desire; to trust one another so completely as to let the other fall When clouds of innocence rain down; and bleed the sky dead We break our trust; consume each other on a bed of shattered glass; poison ivy and dust, taken from the mouths of the dying We work it into ritual; our dark affair, and wreath a ring around ourselves Incense and poison; blood with wine to drink ourselves into oblivion, and we bathe in milk; to keep the body pure for its eventual destruction; Caress me, in the howling winds; so I may see my shadow play upon the walls; distress me with more pain than I can bear, misshape me for this love's affair and play for me a soft and lonely lullaby; That I may procure for you an answer, to the dimming of the flame We may be lost; and we may be lovestruck; but the bleeding shall continue through until the last of our love has shattered to the ground. While the words bleed pools into the mind, while the faith in God collides with static electricity; and the thought patterns of my brain coalesce into Spirals of light; I take my leave and walk into the darkness The mind's forgotten edges, where I can find you hidden in the shades of grey; and I collect our bodies from the filth of our decaying reason; hidden from Insanity's transcendent flight; a shrapnel bomb provoked by these small fires and inching ever onward into the misery of saints; we hold a congress; you and I In the circle of our sacrilegious pyre; where you contain your memories of birth against my oppressive madness; and desire, we feed each other remains of our lamb Slaughtered for the pyre's escalation to the gods; And as I breathe your name upon my lips; and keep close watch and wait for your upheaval; into dreams, into psychadelic visions; into the great beyond Where drinks of blood and water, and wine ring clearly like the sun And I can't keep you colder any longer; we must heat up the night; we must burn the village to the ground. The absence of a dream come true; when you walked into my room and said you loved me; before the cock had crowed three times And then you left me; isolated and reconstructing my life Now it's been ten years of solitude, refined by the fires of a sickened mind; wrapped up in insanity and desolation; the fires of lust still burn for you, without any waters to cool them off So I will bleed and hurt myself; to end this bitter pain Of emotional isolation; I will withdraw myself into a bed of nails, and seek the comfort that comes from cutting myself to pieces True love comes but once; and is a painful affair Let the eyes close; and let the sins of our fathers remain; let the world close in on us; and let the curtain draw nigh Against the flesh, these sins in solitude provide an easy shelter From the pain of my heart's fury. Forever rain, the clouds cast down their judgment; a contemporary closure of ice and fire; and blood, cast upon the ruins of a land we once called Home; beyond the beaten path, beyond the surveillance Only we could overshadow these woods with the gaze of the gods; and only in the shroud of silent films projecting over our sins; Could we make love within the reaches of our cave Still, the sun sets upon its perfect landscape; and still, the cock crows at the break of dawn; while we beat out our Rhythm patterns against an old and dusty drum Making love as music, in the warmth of the night's fire; bathing ourselves in each other's ecstasy as water of flesh In the dreamscape silhouette; we place ourselves in baths and listen to the old, dead music as we shave our heads And smile as the end of the world breaks us apart. I hide myself from you; in layers of esoteric text, without a hint or a reminder of what you're looking for; it's a charade, a part I play And you won't break the code; to enter in my mind And my emotions are locked almost enough to keep you from digging into me; but there's a stirring sensation in my heart; and I won't notice until It's too late to lock you out; to gain some semblance of control I've lost before everything I had to a woman; subdued by her seduction And I won't be abased, I won't be denied my cool corruption of character; I won't play the sweet hearted fool; and let you in, under my skin There are dreams of love; and they are lost on me, I have no remainder of trust in the purity of love; it is a dangerous thing, worth fighting against; not for. So keep your hands to yourself; and let me out And I will stand my ground; against your prying. Diagram of the sun; as if we were to supplant nature and take it as our own and we may have, in times to come; already conquered the sun, and made it our machine to fuse and jam and light and burn; But you, my lover; never heard a word from you; my lover, but I would conquer you, to steal your attention; and your flame ; and your love. What God send now, in passages are cold and irreverent spaces in the dark; to show myself a dream of me which could collapse, and I will swing the sword's bare edge; into the darkness and the madness, Chaos and construction of madness' mind ensues; and I can't contain the anxiety much longer without violent refrain; And I run blind in a world of faith; without the ability to see, why we pursue what we do; and why there is a God, and what magic He has It's all chaos, it's all a violent substance mixed together and waiting to explode; it's all chemistry, and codes. So when the angels come at last and seek me out; I'll be waiting with my gas mask and a pair of pliers; for the world's end, and the movement of life to begin again. The blazing heat, which burns a hole inside of me; yet lets me still exist; my death with my life, the two are fragmentary bonds And in the realm of possibility, it holds; this sweet construction I offer you up my body and my soul, to breathe freely or collapse; and to you, my love I take what breath I had and pour out all my passion into our pot; to stir and keep it moist and ready Love me. And I will hold you up above the stars; and shine What little light I have left upon your face, you'll wake with angels on your brow; dancing like in a crown, and I will feed you The likeness of the moon; and see you fingering your harp We'll wake from shadows and indiscrete passions; and find new ways to love each other; we'll run away, into the passages of time; where only the chosen laugh and sing; we'll see the world As time has broken it up; and press onwards into the simplicities of a love's affair; made perfect through the gods' endowment. The show and the tell in your eyes; how quickly it crosses between truth and deceit; and lies, in this bare and wasted land; I see your heart pounding and mine; my heart is racing too But what good is it for if love is trickery; and deceitful, what good are broken promises and lies; so when the heart falls and we open up the flesh, we'll see a remainder in the skin and in the muscle What more is there to love when all the ashes are spent, and the heat has turned to an ice-cold sore; I long for the hot days of summer, What's turned you against me, and what has taken place within my sores These cheapened threads of woven wire; rusted and bent, and broken; within my sores I break my own disembodied heart; with deceit, and lies; and Half-truths spoken through my lover's ear; These bent and broken shards Of mind, wound simply through a steady fog, and layers, and layers of encapsulating mesh; woven steadily into a broken mess. As the truths of life bear witness; unraveling my words upon their fingertips; I come as an uncollected piece of dust portrayed against the wind, and I show myself ; unsparkling as I am When we meet again, in the shadows of my corruptive sphere, and dance; you'll play for me something ; some music to fill the air with magic And I'll pray peace, and usher in love's containment in a spell; So bleak are our eyes, and so dusty are our feet, as we walk through the mansions of our minds; and seize this morning's atmosphere with A bondage we can't break; without us, on the other side Lies the movement of our longing; yet we can't come across it; there is no movement we can obtain to break the spell; and so we sit, in isolation; and so we sleep; and each eye's piercing through the darkness Blows a whistle that is too dim for the hearing of the gods. Dead, in the contemporary closure of our mind's playground; dead, as the stars sing hallelujah, and the earth opens up its gates; forever entwined In this chaotic laughter of a mind; broken and ill at ease Step here, my lover; into the pond of the frogs' laughter, where the breeze takes hold and enters in the mind; we'll make a bath together and carry out the purpose of the clouds, as they roll and they rush into the moment's Slow, corruptive skin; bury the fog and push the morning breeze into another life's systematic skew, I bring the morning, you bring the canopy Slow, entropic wind; as it blows beneath our skirts, and raises up our under things; we blow our harmonic singing through those same winds; Raising up the sky; and dropping the earth from its window pane You are my sweet seduction; mistress of the night, and in this cool summer breeze; I will incorporate the desires of my mind, and blow Once again, against the falling stars; upon the wind To overshadow the mist, and carry it into the motion of a summer's air. Your entropic script, poured out upon the pages of my diary; our collaborative ensemble, constructed for the goddess of the night; Piece by piece, and word for word; destructive thoughts And antagonizing speech; while we succumb to broad horizons in our work; the shapelessness of being and the curiosity of forms; considered plagiarized; and dumbed down for the consumption of beauty's heart And when the mist rolls in, upon the ocean's shore; we feed On the entropy of the gods; their lack for luster and their movement through our bodies, and as we merge in this sea ; our bodies twisted and turned by the rolling hills of the tide We open up our mouths; and drink the salted waters Dreaming as we do, the open-ended starlit dreams of youth and innocence as we purge our bodies through and through; with this intoxicating drink And we sleep, beneath the waves as they crest; and dream of death's company; and the bittersweet taste of life and its punishments. Incorporated bits of esoteric knowledge, written down in script so we can strip down the baker's dozen into contemporary slits, and feed the goats the paper strips of reason's incongruity; you liken it to an anamorphism; And as we succeed in shaping our corner of the world's events; it brings a constitution and clarity into my eyes; and I breathe your words, as sacred white lies; and spread disinformation through my channels We talk, and breathe; and laugh our chaotic spasms of laughter While you take up your arms and plan assault; I sit and reason, I watch and plan; to take you underneath the sea; with me And if you hadn't know I am infatuated; it is lust uncensored Try to wake up your eyes and see; it isn't cold grey melodies that play between us; it is the hot stewing of an unearthed body; beating with flames Breathing in ecstasy; with the rhythms of the saints, and as they march to war in your great cluster of chaos; I will watch patiently And wait for my moment to subdue you. Foreclosure; and the still of the earth as we howl, into the night's abandoned sky, where all the stars soak up the pain of our unbegotten child; and we sway, and we swerve through the wood Taking on the seizures of our threatened minds To sweep the shadows in, and cluster the remnants of truth which lay beyond our eyes; a tincture and a flame's wisened words; spilt to learn and taken in upon our wildest fantasy A chill of sorts; a seizure of pain running up our spines; As we envy the forgotten gods and goddesses who had trapped the world in their hands; and spun essence of the muse into being; we ride the waves and finger our instruments as we play with thunder And when the world collapses through our sins; we migrate westward Leaving the ruins of our misbegotten child; and through our sins we play our instruments in parity with our own lonely night's sky. Alive but mostly dead; in the confines of dreams of desperation, she chooses to drown herself, she shows the world nothing of her beauty; because she lacks self-esteem, and confidence And her derision; and her pain, I see her suffering This crimson star, built upon the essence of the night; she weeps in a pool of blood, and intoxicating fury for the self she could not discover; and she weeps for me, The lone voice; who she will speak for. And when night closes in around her, she will weep again; as if the world were empty for her cause, and she will drown herself in fantastic sirens of the darkness; and expose herself To harm's bright angled edge; and burn for the luster Of a beautiful face, and burn for his intoxicating lies; like smoke and mirrors, she will make herself unknown and unwanted; with just a hint of self-exposure to the lens; Enough to carry on a memory of youth, beauty, and love. The pain that you feel is a shared pain; you lack the understanding of how the world works, we are all trapped within ourselves; we are all lonely beacons glowing in the night sky; And when your summer ends; and you are ready for the fall Beware, the seasons how they throw you down into the dark; and cold awaits us all; so cheer up and enjoy this last bout of warmth; In my eyes, there is a clarity in my despair; and a closed entrance to the deeper wells that bloom within; I am not all darkness Cold, in its climax; can consume your dreams and leave you empty; So take for yourself a coat; and walk steadily through the night, and leave the fall; and winter to their own, and wait for spring When the bees come out; and the birds sing praises Wait for the glory of the day to blossom; and look in the mirror to see the beauty deep within; it will rain, it will pour its crying eyes; to see you alight with the essence of your smile. We swallow up the shadows in the darkness; and leave each other light while you consume the pieces of my heart; I leave the fractures placed upon the fire, and as you go away; as you walk steadily Away from me, I close my eyes; count to ten and breathe One drop of love is all I need; to patch this broken mess of mine, one small incision and you could have had it whole; without have breaking Me into pieces; leaving me to wallow in the darkness of the mire But you had not the fashion for this model's build; and didn't comprehend what you had done; a week in this life's essential trust What have the crows said about this; what have the ravens And beneath the shallow light of the moon, I rise; without footprints and without the fire inside, there is no beacon of lust to set me right; I have no foothold to keep me free from falling. We rise above the cacaphony of the hell we'd feared would swallow us; we pray, and we isolate ourselves in summer's shelter; where the cold winds can't reach us; and in this dawn of simplified transmutation We pray again; to the gods, that they may take us under And into their heavenly hold; but it's just a fantasy, life's measure enough to capture all the essence of our journey; there need not be Heaven or hell to take hold; and bring us after them Right now, in this clear spun symphony of the daylight hours; where caterpillars run up the ivy stalks; where the birds feed on the bugs below and against our feet; as we stay our stance Just now, I traveled to your world; within words, and I saw pain Here, there is enough pain for the both of us; within my eyes and trapped, here and now; we feast upon each other's flesh, and spew the grasses against our eyes; how long will this go on, this untimely dithering Of the senses; when all I wish for and long for is your presence In my life, your everlasting hold upon my heart. Deep, in the ocean's waves; when we break free of ourselves and sing to the sky; deep and locked in shadow, when the night calls over us; And we breathe deeply for our troubles; and we break the surface Of our lies; as they rise up again, ready to consume us; within the waves of our unconscious minds, and as we go through the valley of death with just one light, to hold the pieces of our mind together; We drink the waters; filled with death, disease And we hunger for the seasons to change; to pass out death's quick judgment and cause calamity to overtake us in the night; we breathe a breath and seize Our death, as it were walking beneath us; These ocean tides, severed mists of ocean spray; spewed upon us, as we try with all our might to dissipate beneath the water's edge; and gain a seed of death; to drink the waters of the sea; and drown To drown beneath an endless tide and see the world as beautiful as imagined. We are moving into a song of silent tears; and I watch as they roll down through a staircase of unwritten hymns; and seize the luster of their rhymes, their innocent refrain; and I come into the mind Of forgotten dreams; and ill received fantasy, the walk Of purity in laughter as I climb; transcending the dark patterns of my own entanglements with choice, and love's despair; of greeting And the false oscillations of our youth; we travel in rings and circuits, through the dimly lit night; and wind our way to majestic shores; where we keep company with angels, and the demons of our Ill begotten dreams; We wake, and we linger on While the world lays waste to our flesh; and sentences us to the death of our days; and we come to an understanding that we may see light Before death; when we drown eternal in the autumn's gate. The melting of the seasons; in these small strips of time, as we wash our hands of our corruption; I want to share something with you, within these pools; we'll take a towel for wetting and one for drying off Break the surface with your candle; as we sweat, cold sweat And light the wick and let the beam burst forth; it is a calm and steady flame that I want you to issue; slowly and steadily is the call of winter When I walk you out, into the cold night; and shadows loom Beneath the frosty trees; we'll wander as we crave forgiveness; as we stalk into the graves of our ancestral home; we'll loom like shadows, playing in the darkness and we'll cast ourselves against the light of a single flame Before the night's end; when feelings are corrupted, emotions spent on lust and the fragrance of our sins; we'll speak to each other of dreams Of the unconsciousness of mind as it lingers softly on the tongue. Free of the chains that hold us down against the coffins we were made for; and left to travel unknown lands in search of something better than a quick death; your eyes, as they look out upon a barren waste; And your hair; how it dances upon your pretty face, I've found a reason worth living for in this entrapment; of a world, and I see clearly in your eyes the reflection of my soul; and it bursts with unsteady love; that I can feel swelling in my veins; so don't you hold in the night But let it go, let it swing and sway; let the breeze collect upon your fingers, and make way for when the world turns to ash; and we are frozen still; I'll seize your face, in an unprecedented kiss; and sway your mind To see the world the same as I; for in this cruel corruption of an undying sphere there's only love to take us to a better place; where drops of rain and nettle doesn't sting; and the cool parade of water that collects will be a mass for drinking; And lips too perfect for making love with; clench down upon dry bread; as we down Our sunday's wine and eat to fulfillment of the sacrifice; and choose our God to fill our souls with quiet relief; and entertain the mind of bitter abstinence. The unsettling feeling, waking up in the middle of the night; as the crow breathes down my neck; and there are demons running through my thoughts Sweet secrets, they tell me; as the crow calls And into the perch of the midnight bird, I call out my response; but nobody's looking at me; no one hears my voice; so I hold tightly to my blanket, and I wait for some response; for someone else to listen And I gaze at the midnight sky; and see an epitaph carved within the stars My very death, marked as upon a tombstone; and I howl at the midnight moon, and drop the voice again as I hear the very same response as last night; What weathers on the mind is its weary tone; its grave defense at its call So long, sleeping in the shadows of my face; this bitter voice laughing at me, making a mockery; so I climb to the edge of the stairs and sing What love song I can stir up in my howling sphere; deep within the echoed chambers of my lungs, the voice of myself; I howl upon the wind with certainty of pure emotive force; and crave the ill response And the wind cries; the stars, shining brightly make a tear; I have reached out into the heart of some mystic woman; and made her feel. Sentenced to die; and with a breath taken, we do die. And when we die, what lingers on the lips that we once inhabited; what form do we take In this shallowness of breath; and what lies, spoken into darkness Persist with our passing; do the ancients still inhabit the earth; are our souls recycled like the grass and the bodies of the dead; Do we consume some other beastly form for our entertainment Until passing through becomes our nightly escapade; Or do we die completely; as the soul becomes a shadow, and flees from life like a demon running from the heat of the sun We all must pay with our lives; and hear the voice of the hereafter; Until the seasons change, and the light becomes a morbid thing; to test us as we pass into death's great cradle; do you see them coming, and have you ears to hear their voices blow upon the wind; Reach out, and touch the night with me; reach out into the gazing of the distant stars; and succumb to the beauty that is death, surrounding us. The form fits; as your interpretation of God's clothes wears thinly on your body; and rests flat and beautiful, and your eyes; the window to what lies beyond this world; your dreams and the synthesis of pain I have accumulated every fragment that I could of your face And muster in my relief, an etching of your body in its purest form; so I hold you dearly beneath my own clothing; within my inner sanctum To worship you; and I pray that you'll not be long In holding me close, in the flesh; but I can't count on anything of the reality of skin, so I breathe a bit of pain in isolation; and I drift against the corners of my mind; where silence fades into screaming And the darkness rises, in drifts; within the corners of my mind And you, the inner sanctum; with clear and plastic pain, etched out in secret; you form the beauty that I contain, all markers of the inner beauty that permeates us all. She craves the same thing I do; at our attention's edge, where emotion spills into the pool and we get drunk of the feelings of each other's hearts; when all the world collapses in, and we save ourselves Through the kiss of this eternal soul; and darkness cannot reach The pool where innocence's frailty is challenged, and the weak are left to do the dirty work of cleaning up their mess; while the purity of heart Collides with the spirit of truth; and we are consumed with passion Pure and unrestrained passion; playing upon the strings of emotion's lyre and shedding out its harmonic song; upon the water's surface; and there's a glare, and a glowering to be had in its abode; Two lies; two microscopic untruths told in secret between two lovers And the the dissonance remembers her name; and discord plays its song, however briefly; when love begins to fall, and the daylight hour passes into naught but the semblance of a lie; a dream past living And we surprise each other with the backlash; and the pain lingers Love, impure and unrestrained in giving what it's worth; the dominant hand plays upon the harp of another's life; and demands injustice. Alive, in the summer fields; where the fresh breath gathers into our lungs and here, beneath the breeze's footprint we lay our own; in grass, with the cool sensation of the blades against our feet; and we dive headlong Into the depths of the sky; seeking out the meaning of the sun And as it rises fully to its lengthened height; we measure our meaning against life's greatest mysteries; as we might attempt to resolve our inmost fears Gaining wisdom through the fury of the bleeding sun, as it rises still And I take you in my arms; and show you the mysteries of sin; as we embrace, against the wishes of the world; as we take in our lust and spread it high Across the ocean's mist as it sprays; leaving nothing untouched We fly, across a barren world; blanketed with our sins and leave nothing untouched; as we begin to wane; and let the mysteries of our sins be buried As summer comes close to its end; and our flame fades I wonder how high the sun will rise come winter. This slow and bitter silence; that grows between breaths, the loneliness which fills the deeper parts of me; when I feel your absence; truly feel within the deeper parts of me; these echoes of emptiness and pain How long will I wait; for your return, and will you ever make it Here, in the long stretch of silence; I wait, growing impatient more and more as the cavern collapses and I feel I am suffocating; each breath brings me closer to death; and I would die, if I had to wait forever So don't leave me here, hanging by a thread of a hope; come to me. And as you appear; and angelic force blown in by the gods; I come to laugh and smile; and even my heart begins to dance; so much have I missed you, And cold and lonely winter turns to spring; and the forest sings out in praise Only one small chance for misery; when you have depleted all there is to know within my heart; within the reaches of my soul, what then; mistress of the night, What will the shadows bring; and what will the cold say to me then; For now, I'll bathe in the warmth of your fire; and breathe easy; without a care for the corruption of tomorrow's world. Disheartened eyes; the chromosomes of lies bleeding into my veins; the epitome of all my failures, as they stain with sin my heart; And it bleeds; against the strain of my oppression Its toxic seeds surround me as I watch for any way out; your eyes so lovely, hold me in the darkness; but it's not enough to keep me And so I look for others; I sense their final form of forgiveness Enrapturing me in a steady state of mind; and I'm no longer in flux, I've found a pattern that works; and I can take two, or three and place them on my banister; to keep the comfort levels high enough To breathe; it's all I wanted, this satiated stability of formlessness Captured in the locking of the eyes; to wait and watch as my fulfillment rises through the mist and claims my soul; I need arrest; I need the heart's failure to prolong my life, I need the emptiness and longing; I need to live; I need to love, fully through my enclosed space And when the needle sticks in and injects the final dose of death; I need you there; holding me, holding my hand. Estranged in youth's forgotten quest to disseminate the threads of our ill begotten dream; and to retaliate against the demon's seed As it migrates through the west, and finds its home in our wombs So we shall carry out our destiny; to term, and place the bottled reason on its shelf; to sit and to burn in its eternal hell, as A corruptive flame can only spell the last word of its name; Lengthened hands are holding onto the last remaining particles of our disposed corruption; and they bury each other's burns In the ice cold waters of the fountain of youth; so we regain the glory of the first of the fallen; before we concede to sleep's remainder; before we dip our eyes in the bath of blood Do you suppose, love, that the seasons may complete their course one day; and leave nothing of the autumn's grey silence; nor ought of summer's stead; will we bake bread between the accumulation Of our own misgivings; and seize the cold night's shadows between our legs; as we spread; to birth, and give light into the darkness The ever loving light of a firstborn child as sacrifice. Let loose the shallowness of these constricting thoughts; and free yourself from the ties that bind; it isn't long now, that we last Through summer; and are passed into the shadows of death So hold on to what you have; cling to life as dear as it may be the only shadow of the flame that flickers within thee; you may Not live to see another day; so let the happiness spring Forth from these constrictive thoughts; and purge the unwilling fantasies of your daylight hours; breathe in the innocence of truth And hold your breath; keep assembling and recombining One day, in one hour; the world will be at its collapse; and all your dreams and fantasies will have been for nothing; what is And what will be; will come to pass, perhaps without your knowledge So breathe in the air of innocence; and purge the midnight flame let all the world combust without your care; for what lies within the heart; within your breast may bear; lay bare and expose yourself The truth will find you, and be pleased. We beat the loose drum; the ones with horns, we beat the loose drum to finish our our cadence, and make every mark upon our skin that was; to be made perfect for the sentiment at hand; our sacrificial fire, And the salt water; and a cup for our blood; and our bread to break And the gold jewelery my mother gave me; and all these little trinkets of life's resistance to change; all these forfeitures of breath; To give a little of what life had offered in reutns; and without bleeding and without calling on the name of the goddess of the moon; and without Shelter; to keep our bodies warm and perfect, for our lady; without the night to drain us of every memory; and fill us with all our fears; Tonight will be a perfect work; for in our cave's breath there is a secret whispered in the ears of all its worshippers; but tonight I'll take my leave, For I have had enough of magic and gods; I see her face; in a dream, I see her face perfect and serene; and innocent still after all these years; the woman is a girl still struggling to break free; and as she sees me, and she smiles; and waves I drift between fascination; satisfaction; and a smile, while we walk plainly Down the aisle, and into family; and into friends, seeking our place among the midnight stars. Riders in the cold of night; seeking their solitude, as they find a place to land; and as we scare the headless horsemen away; with our knives and with our sad song; our peaceful air, and as we pray We find that no one cares; no one comes to usher in our dreams The rise and fall of the breast; does so in vain, for the shadow of a spectre comes; the spirit of vengeance walks out upon the stillness of the lake and ushers in a silence Death will come to us; and hold our hand, and cry But what of the living; what of the tears we hold inside, and what of pain for forgetfulness; and what of loss in dream, are these all Part of the reason for my insanity; could evening light The way to our enclosure, and our trapped space; come now, let us dance the deed of our destruction; let us collude and walk in a sea of bright red blood; and hang our hats at the door To this cave, this certain death; and let us come unbroken to her entrance. We were entranced by the sharp staring of the sun; and we couldn't pass the test of knowledge of our faith; so in denial, and self-service; in the distribution of our time, we waited; as we wanted something to change Peace fell; like raindrops through the sky and landed, But isn't peace a likely thing to consume; isn't it held out on a plate with a little ticket saying "eat me." And war, its bitter enemy; its bitter lies and destructive aims; And love. We need not say any more of love; but in this mechanical array of desolation; I see your face; and I see the stars, and fate without any clear signs of separation between us two; Would I have knowledge of the stars cast down; I would surely give it you Or should faith implant me with survival skills to bring myself through this war; and this destructive force, to temper my own body with the will of the gods; I would give you all my help; and bring you through the Battlefield; while you, unsung hero of the night, step in with your gaze upon your enemy like fire; and breathe a toxic flame, raining hell And all I can do is hold the cloth upon your sting; and heal your wounded arm. Poison ivy lies upon your naked flesh; as I smooth it out with rubber gloves, and give you deep massage; your eyes are terrified, but your soul Sings to the gods with great delight; this is our sacrament No blood, or oil; merely terror and ecstasy, picked out for remembrance of the first time we exchanged a glance; do you remember me, in the false retirement of my obsession; when I told you that I loved you And you hadn't batted an eye; when I told you that I loved you But now you complain; and you close your eyes, to me; it is the dirty work of our gods to bring you to this bath of ecstasy; and so I slip you in, beneath the waves and try not to drink the waters They are filthy with our sins; our purchased lives, and complaints So you may drink; and drink you must, until the sea becomes your blood, and I will wait upon the shoreline; in the heat of the day's sun Walking in paces against the wind's deep breath; holding out my hand to you; and hoping you will love me in the end. Our lives secrete our holdings; and our fears and our betrayals; one step away I find you, drowning in the middle of a dark pool; and I could save you if I had a net, or a rope to cast out to you; or I could swim within the depths And pull you back to shore; the little nothings we say to each other I leave you drowning; and have discourse with your mind as you swallow all the water, and drench yourself; you are drowning in the middle of a dream, and I Hold back my own intuitive reach to you; to let you suffer While my mind plays tricks on me, and in this dark pool where I watch with sullen inspiration; I gather in the dust of the sea's shore; I gather in your favorite color, a sandy red And pour it in the hourglass; and wait. Wait for you to surface But surface spreads for miles, and even if you did; I couldn't say I'd find you, but I will try; I love your long lashes enough to take into mind What bleeding has become of you; and what the blood must signify in those deep waters; filled with salted sea; Let you; I will allow your hand inside my own; beyond the surface of the sea. There is little discourse between our lives; running through sparse attire, we drop the sentence where it lies; and then we ride on, spinning head first into the mire; where we walk aimless Treading through time as though we were forsaken In this small endeavor; to know someone completely, without fussing at the knowledge that may bring; to burn a hole into the palm and then to write about the semblance of this flame's edge; And capture all the innocence lost in degrees upon our passage As time corrupts the pages of the mind; and leaves them bleeding, we turn and embark on this same life long journey through the stars; and we turn Page after page of mindless rantings; wakened up through longings Scribbled in the darkness; and we begin to find some clarity in youth's forgotten hold; and we strive to unravel the mysteries; find ways to seek out what we have lost; through beauty's suction And I see in you a lost and lonely girl; driven into shadows and I am your reflection in the mirror; poised and perfect, without blemish Seeking age's wisdom without growing cold; without the darkness of your eyes; without the deep blue sorrow of a life gone bad. Below you, on the bed you called your destiny; where I took you in my arms that night; and made you mine, while the swelling in our Minds was in full bloom; and we dove into each other As the swans do; into a sea of pure intoxication; ecstasy's endeavor with all the weightlessness of space, we arrived at our final destination; the unknown origin of time; and we forgot Everything save the feeling of the sand against our wrists The salt water and the touch of the sea upon our legs, as we rolled in and out of the tide; and we rolled in and out of each other; And we placed impatience as a virtue; as we discovered our hidden lust; and passion swept through our veins like a wildfire; And everything gave space to our desire; and it bloomed So brightly that it dimmed the sun; for an hour, while we purged ourselves of the gravity it had produced; The bed you called your Destiny; shed but not forgotten, our youth and our sin, laid out on the fire's embers with two bodies wrapped within each other. You are the secret mind of me; each call into the deep blue sea reminds me of your face; and how we held each other; so close as barely touching air between our bodies couldn't breathe; and we made love within the confines Of your bed; as if roses had scented the air, it was serene And now we're dead; lifeless but still breathing bodies filled with blood; without each other's warm grip to make the heart to sing; and I miss your Lips, cradling my own within their bosom; I miss the sounds you made while we made love; and couldn't it be the end of everything; without your touch, placed upon my breasts; as night grows Dark, and summer's call to autumn wails; I see death Placed upon my pillow, as I lay down to rest; and I see the bitter shades of grey collapsing in on me; poison is my answer; my only medicine to challenge this thread of loneliness; to make it cease The answer is to breach these bars; to find your voice surfaced on a bed of glass; to drink and be drunk with the remains of our love; to place a fire at our bedside; and to scream translucent into the black beyond. The look beyond the mirror; into the glass and beyond, where the white walls capture your voice; and keep you, stranded and strapped without a measure of your freedom's breath; within these walls, we walk and we migrate west To the shadows of the unconsciousness of being; to be believed What one woman sees; another peers into and sparks of simple faith proceed as it is written; the coarse fire of a dissonant seed, corrupted proceed with caution, as the wind regains her will, and night begins To darken; and it will claim the future of our child This worrisome remainder of fate's unwrinkled brow; that stoic face of faith stretched thin; wrapped around the pleasantries of sin, corruption and rebirth The blood seeps from the weeping willow, and my eyes bleed the same Hold your hand out; to the wind, and I will slice a small part of it; for our unfettered spin of hot lust; desire's foray into the skin, the sweat will bleed too; and we'll be full; satiated as we come The lines burst; with life and breath and song; and dirty dancing Keep caution; and throw your temperance to the wind; and we'll see the death of our beloved angels; trapped wholly in the dim lit summer night, and we'll watch them as they succumb to their coarse desires; While we bleed, in ecstasy; howling against the midnight wind. This time as it passes; with slow and simple corruption of the skin and how we bloom, blossom; and decay-- our forms shattered by the dust of age; and when you come to me, in the end; there will be nothing Left to hold onto; only dust and shadow will remain And softly spoken sentiments of our youth, to tuck beneath the pillow and sleep on; and dream of, like the way we dreamed one day we would be lovers; close and with concerted effort to remain as such But dreams die and fade; only their false memory remains; our hopes languish and become death; only death holds any truth As water cupped in the hand; it leaks out and leaves us nothing Life and love, and laughter; all begin with the demon's cry as we count the pages left in life; and begin to hope we can somehow make the most; an effort of a push to satisfy some need for lasting Consequence; our love was a fading star from the beginning; And life was but a fleeting dream, spoken into blackness. The stretch of mind; through space and its beyond; what lies within the soul; we can reason about the changes within and without ourselves; But given change to fact, not fiction's romance; given the lost Measure of our dance within the sun's enclosure; there would be no poetry, or art; there would be no raw conception, so bloom little body; peek your head out into the clouds; and dream Far from our eyes, there comes a grain of truth in every lie; and within our bodies lies the truths of our eternal sins; captured in glass And frozen; until the end of our days, when feelings and raw emotions are laid waste; and all the world consumed in a battle of truths that far outweigh these little lies we've spun; And I dream of you; in this bath of blood, and I close my eyes Sinking lower into the edges of my disrupted mind; closed corridors and pieces of the world ; our world, caught within constrictive parodies of truth; walking slowly toward the edge of death and Speaking against the shadowy field of death. We closed our eyes to the sun, and let the moon empower us, as we face ourselves in her reflection; and let the drifts of snow overpower us; And winter's cold glow let out her sigh; faced with A dissonant form of shadow, placed in glass; for the comfort of our biting fears; to transcend against the wind's cool rush, and breathe what flames are left; and as we go, into the night's pretense Of a dream; ready to move, and be swallowed By the corpses breathing oxygen's refrain; I smell the aura of my lust upon the sea's cool breeze; and carry out the burden of my youth; retain me in the iron bars; and hold me steady so I may see your eyes As they capture the essence of your longings; breathe deep And hard against my skin, love; that I may echo the face of your true form within my fragile mind; and when the light comes, and season fades To autumn's brisk enclosure; I'll seek your remedy; your love, And your laughter. The life giver, as I close my eyes I can see her face; pouring down as a reflective force given birth by the moon; and in her shadow lies The sceptre of death; and a drunken man's revelation That nature is not at all what it appears to be; our eyes and our bodies; see but a fraction of a truth; such lies are the offerings of the gods, given to man to reconcile his belonging And I urge you on, as you take form within my captive light To turn your face, so I may see your scars; and the shadow of your eyes; drown me out with song, and filter the blood you gave me; for it's our dithered world where we have met truths Amplified by the season of summer; christened by faith's resolve I want to trade memories with you, as the seasons are laid bare; and as you are laid bare, and exposed for the truth of your flesh And I will know you; every inch of skin will sing within my ears So I may keep you close to me; when the curtains close and life bleeds ever slowly from my lips. Skips in time; the record broken, and our love affair playing out in scattered portions; when the threads break, and you take me in your arms; as we embrace, it is a long way down Again the fall; and the feeling of helplessness in love When I break; when the glass shatters, and time's corrupted stance stays still; it is a heart-wrenching affair; the twists and turns of despair, and I seep into your arms again Without hesitation, I break my vows and split my mind in two Unearthed rejection fantasy, a capsule of interjected lies; born on the property of misused interruptions; a seeming stalk of night's encountered schism; the jungle bleeds, and canisters corrupt My brow is beaten and my isosceles stain has torn The evil eye watches on, with laughter as she cries; as she abides in false realities too harsh for one waking mind to understand; she echoes Her fears into the darkness; where they dissolve, where they die. Winter, with her cold grip placed upon the neck; as our ensemble plays the death of God into the ears of men; and we break bread and drink the sacrificial wine; to commemorate His existence's demise Our candles blow their fire into the sky; as we weep For the coming of a new era; without death, without pain; in deliverance the coming costs us everything; and we rise, about to fall; we take ourselves In among the grain; and bake bread, the starvation of our God Has come, so we must bake the bread in hollow baths of flame; and leave it burning through the night, I take my stay as she leaves me for another; but my will is that of a destitute pillar of fire; and when she comes Again, bearing my child; and it was my daughter who cast the first shadow Against the gods, we will make love; at this misfortune, and pose our threat against humanity; sin placed upon sin; to the self-destruction of the world Born in ecstasy and of fire; she will take her hand and break the hand of God. The tides of faith roll in upon the shore; deliver us Lord from evil and keep us safe from the demons turning about beneath the skin; our lust, our passion; our desire as it sets in and refuses to help us Strengthen our resolve; we drink the wine and break the offering Your body; dissolved in bread, your attire a testament to those who would refuse to eat; and as we place this disk upon the plate; Your eyes pierce through the sky into our veins And see the evil lurking underneath our bones; break our bodies; as you have already broken our minds, and hold us up as an eternal sacrifice; our sins have purchased their bitter fire And we shall wallow in the mire; cascading through the murk As one who sits upon the throne shall see; and every eye beyond him even those who shall pierce our flesh; shall see the torment For our love has strayed beyond the classification of purity and innocence into the realm of beauty and intoxicating fire; our sinful Lust; dried up and reduced to ashes, washed in flame. Our plastic sins, burned and brandished ; our severed hands, collecting skin and teeth, what you could feel within your broken heart; and see With tearful eyes; the joys and pains of migratory animals Face down in the embers of our sacrificial flames; broken and shattered remnants of who we were; innocent white lies spent on drugs and alcohol While the more severe mechanics of our lives were spent on each other Twisting and turning of the machine; as we made love, the rhythm and the hum of broken batteries amplified through the outcries of our speech; our voices raised against the sun as it rose up above us; And the hush of an almost silent wind, as it washed through our hair You bled; while I shed tears, and in our bed we both bled offensive sin; too much poison in our veins to say no; too much toxic solitude to be pushed off; and so we gave in, we raised up our skirts And washed ourselves of the remaining innocence; purged ourselves Clean in the blood of the devil's eye; purified with stains and washed in the remaining throes of ecstasy. The unfurled witness of a birth; shining with the brightness of a star her untold glory has yet to pass into being, but this child will be The sanctuary in which we place our hopes; and all eyes will rest on her This fevered light; which burns within the stomach and makes sour all the passages into the night, while we gaze into the blackness of the dark Pitch black sirens sing; and call us into dreams We talk a while, beneath the trees in the front lawn; and you give me a balloon, with markings of magic inscribed upon its face; and string I will fill it with my love; and let it go, For love's last shelter is in the sky; and there is no place on earth which can fully captivate the heart, so I let it go at the first chance It is a blister and a sore; a piece of rubber Filled with hot air; consumed by the fire of the sun; and the wetness of tears as they roll down the face of the clouds; I am diminished; Held for ransom and sold to the highest bidder; this is what love becomes So when the child blossoms and blooms; I will be there, yearning for an explanation to what has become of my dear beloved balloon. The feel as the wash subdues me; and in your eyes there is a trace of confusion, as we try to see each other's mind; and yours has shades of black infused with ivory; I have transposed you into being still Whole, unbeing and unfortunately real, receding; as you do My plans are simple; to catch you in the act of some satanic ritual; to bury your heart in a coffin; and never let it out to breathe; And to set fire to your grave, burning all of the remains; And set the ashes in a bottle; to keep beneath my pillow as I dream; this obscene fantasy plays out; within my largely uncorrupted mind, Full of exposed weakness and insanity; but the strength of my resolve Holds firm; like how I hold your breasts within my hands as we talk; and wait for hours through the snowstorm; I peel your layers and wait; Thinking of each word so very carefully; before I speak Simple; and graceful style, how much I adore you; Oh, Heavenly Body! we'll lie in bed and wait the storm to pass us; and as it does, we'll grasp onto this last moment of love making; as we do. As I am torn from this world and birthed into another; the shreds of glass tearing at my skin, and I'm imbued with some strange new cataclysmic dream of what life could have been replaced; I'm left Without imprint of memory; and without the tears or sorrows of my Yesterday's enclosure; the static state of the mind as it bursts through to drown within a world both new and old at once; some strange collection of fat, burning on the pyre of my new destiny; I sink; my stomach recedes into captured rain; it's bottled ecstasy And as the day recedes; into the breaking of the night, the world grows hazy and the lights fade until nothing is as it once had seemed; her face grows still and placid and births a subtle peace within; I can see her almost clear enough to speak her name But I pause, as if tomorrow had been born prematurely; and I rage; the host of heaven speaks a sorrowful tone, as she passes into the darkness; Watchful eyes sleep in the innocent remainder of her spell And the bird's eyes grow tired as the sun grows steadily higher; all the world enraptured by the solar flares; the gods speak angrily, and seek fair judgment against a desolate nation unprepared for the enlightenment of her fair face. The strange significance of fear; unlocked in shadows, and abased; we crawl through each and every space provided; with little faith that we will comprehend each change in pattern, each migratory purr When we make love; beneath the shadow of ourselves, Crying like infants to the rhythm of the midnight birds as they sing to the gods of the earth; they cry, how long will we be lost in this sink; purging out our indiscrete passions; So long to the night, and leave the day raving mad; bitter ailments Poured down the throat of a chirping bird, the coronation of our queen as she presses inwards and against the peasantry; proceeding west against the wishes of the earth; and she gives birth to a girl A small and fragile girl, who will hold the world between her fingers; And crush every piece of it to dust, as she please; such power granted to an infant; and as we hold worlds; as we hold hands between each other in the night; as you grow thin with age; and I wanting We'll find our song, and in the end we'll howl against the patterns of the wind and cease our structure; we'll make our love affair the pinnacle our our life's endeavor. Dust spatter in my eyes; and I can't see you clearly enough to make out that hypnotic form of yours, in my mind you are dancing against the sunset's glare and I see your shadow Washing over me; and it's a new moon, and you are beautiful But in my mind there is a deep hole and a shadow which eats my heart; and in the midst of your turning and rejoicing, Black cats and demons; seek me out, hunting And all the world turns black against my will; against my longing and my passion, and my drive; haunting me As the dust settles, I see you ever as clear as the first day But you've grown older, and your repertoire has been abandoned; youth's fading form gathering in about you; and you are grey of hair, and almost weeping Nothing in the eyes is as complete as in our dreams; and I see the shadows wrap themselves about you; as I take you in and kiss your body in its current state; The length of love leaves devastation; and through death's eyes we breathe just one breath, and leave the rest aside.