Those who die are soon forgotten.

What is it like, for all you others,
To wake up every day and not be reminded
That you are dying and that
There is nothing you could ever do to stop it?
What will it be like, next week,
When every time you wake up you will hear
This in your head reminding you
One day you won't?

Gamble your way out

We'll play tick tack toe by the river Styx.
Travel through the nine terraces
Of hell. You'll find your way eventually
As you travel through eternity.

Love

Sincerely, I believe it to be real

The flutter, still reprieved from utter

Convoluted suffering.

Still as steel and slight as mutters

From the words of mouth

Or mouths from him or her

From here nor there

That stare at prowling slayers

Staying near the snares of others.

Still, I see it in their eyes

Aloof the witching hour guise

Of spells and knells from Hell

And devil calls to come.

Still, I hear it in their words

Such worth worshiping in praise

Upon a lovers silken skin

Despite the horror of their sin.

Still, I feel it all in air

Though I fair to breath it not.

Still, I sense it on the stone.

Still, I read it in great tomes.

Still! Oh, still! I know it not!

As though a Luciferian plot

Does bewitch me.

Oh, does curse me!

To be far from Valentine.

As though God, Himself

Does wish me to be here.

To be in pity so to suffer utter

Vengeance from all of those I've muttered

And I've shouted cursed bile

And vile unholy necromantic hate.

As though these many counted and uncounted

Great and tiny fractions of infractions

Have all come to be for penance,

Penance I have still to give.

Still! Oh, still! I know it be!

Though I know it not I know it to be real.

I know it still for I believe it to be here.

Still! Oh, still! I know it lives!

Though it has still not come for me.

The Single Shadow Waltz

I dance in my mind in a black hall under spotlight

Waltzing by myself, waiting for a partner.

"Left hand out, right hand to her waist."

I've been practicing for so long, you see.

No music plays yet, so I just hum.

I dance here only with my shadow.

My foot steps echo back to me,

They, my only companions.

And look,

I forgot to get dressed up.
Join me, my dear,
I know you know this song.

Today

Look again to the pale sky and destroy it.
It will return, but try it even so.
"Stop looking at me!" I would scream.
Leave me be...

Walk onward, to the ends.
For every face you see, count it.
But watch your steps.
Leave them be...

As the hours pass, no one would miss.
And it grew so dark so soon.
My legs began to hurt.
Leave it all...

So, I turned around and made my way home.
The black pelt growing colder.
Silver skin in my pocket.
Let it be...

Coming Queen

I've seen the shadows moving
As old Autumn turns its back,
As the cold Winter watches
With a mask of white and black,
With gowns of clear ice shivers,
With a thousand followers.
"All hail the coming queen!"
As they chanted 'Majesty!'

Viscus

Dust me over
With a shoulder of your best.
I'm ever so weary
And I need a drink to rest.
But a double, if you please,
You see I don't feel like going home.

I'm sorry,
I don't mean to complain
But, darling, I'm afraid
I'm making this drink bitter.
My heart is sore and lonely
And, darling, if you'd only
Blow a kiss
And do whatever you asked.

Through the haze
I see you smile
The roses bloom
Just to bare witness
The sun shines.
Just for you
Making your hair
Breathless
(In beauty)

It's all true.
It's all you.

But now
Look what I've done
I'm afraid my mouth has run.
I think it's time
I slept it off
Before I trip over my tongue
And fall in love.

Horror

I saw her myself!
Covered in worms.

Raise Me Up

White in brilliance and shining in glory,
Descending from paradise and beautifully holy.
No wings bore her down nor great winds kept her flight.
The whitest of white and a miracle sight.
I knelt in remission for my life had relented.
“Blackest of black has prayed and repented!”
No hatred or fury was left in my veins
As she took my soul up and away from the pain.