Thursday, October 17, 2013

White Lamb
10/17/2013

They've got their laws beneath the Bible
and I've got my ideals to rival
their aim at self proclaimed survival
the faith I've seen as crass

Evil men have done harm to me
Now I must punish man
It's just my religious duty
for all they fail to understand
Hatred guides my hand

I'm waiting for the ax to fall
a white lamb bleeding pure as snow
and the world would be good
if only someone could
save the damned from descending
and the virgin hands from touching
the gold that turns to stone

My fingernails are black
with the sickness and sin of man
the poison touch of promises that
crack walls like  the skulls of rats dead,
gone down to Jesus

This is what clings to my cadaverous soul
and ever turns my eyes black
These are the things that eat my spirit whole
and this pain I will never lack

Wednesday, October 16, 2013

The Ice War
10/15/2013

You're standing silence beside me
Await the opening of the skies
once more, let me hold you
Let me be your new demise

Tell me you are only the frost
Feeling breathing negative space
deeply wounded and deeply lost
The touch is soothing
I can feel it moving
Reaching to erase all of us

Kiss its lips
I'm going deeper drowning
in the ice of ages
It covers my eyes
I can touch paradise
I can convert your mind

But you can't stop this pain
or this breaking of oaths inside
I can feel the rain like needles falling
to shatter upon stormy landscapes wide

I can feel the shadow's embrace
it's so cold and my spirit dies
Heed my words of consolation
Please open your eyes

Saturday, October 12, 2013

"The Ghost"
10/12/2013

Don't you wholly regret and resent
this vile creature desperately sent
on stilted limbs, that withered and bled in the sin
when touched by violent winds
 saw you somewhere deeper within
If you seek what I sought
I will take you where I've been

Do you pray disintegrated you've not passed away
your memory not cast into the dark and the vast
If you can stand, come with me, take my hand
We're a leper together outcast forever
made of things not meant to last

I hope that your motive for emotion will mend
I pray that again we'll meet in the bitter sweetness of the end
After sickness and death have mortally descended
upon both you and I
May our souls never die

But if they too are not meant to endure
I'll leave with my shoe, a footprint deep in the earth
the vaguest impression, eyes closing in on mine
But what you see is unclear
But you cannot deny it
shadows move quicker than sound and sight
Deep in the illusion of life and light

If you are here, with me,
I won't let you fade into nothingness
I can't prevent your dissention or low intention
Forever feeling both torture and bliss
I give to you my heart and soul,
It I can no longer hold
the undying torture
or the uncontrollable bliss
I give you all of this
For I no longer seem to exist
 

Saturday, October 5, 2013

Death Descends
10/4/2013

Oh you blind one
My illness only begun
You've thin limbs
that wither in the winds
that blows your form
around and within

Oh you're such a wild thing
Set upon burning wings
I'm melting in the darkest flames
that keeps us moving
and always remains

Oh merciful girl
if I could, I'd offer you the world
Because it is what I want for me
and what I want for you
For judgment is approaching
no matter what we do

Oh you sad one,
My crooked companion
You will never know where I've been
If you haven't counted the amount of my sin

Oh angel of fallen nature
and falling narrative
My invisible friend,
You know how it ends
You're complete and whole again
I will stay with you
I will stay until death descends
And pray that we'll make amends
that Heaven's still there
at the bitter end, that there is no hell
Mercy over justice, for those who have been
 

Tuesday, October 1, 2013

Speak Secrets
10/01/13

With her proficient hand and mind and craft
the witch's labors of art turned to laughs
For the heart of lust endues the path
or, in failing, finds a way of outstanding the last

All of the soldiers, of armored automatic gun,
Were set upon the wall, around the world they'd won
Their atomic math of added social wrath
Makes the outcast loath all they'd done

Who, I inquire now, is the one they call, "God"?
Is it the nature of merely feeling holy?
Both the terror and the love of a deathly course
and the fear of blood will always ever protrude
giving me the means necessary in expressing our doom

For the king of all, sits dead upon his throne,
Killed by the world he once did own
For we've yearned and we've learned,
of higher wilder things,
on shadows' wings
And now it's our time to let secrets speak