“Treasures Scorned”

Make you no mistake 

this childlike embrace 

of all things sinful and damned 

Once felt in heart and held in hand 

Pave the future roads and holds 

In store such pleasures adorned 

And treasures scorned above and below

“Unmade and Still”

 In a dream I have seen 
how life will be for me in theme 
forlorn and forgotten plot 
for she who would no more morn 
but ever mock 
Of scarlet growth beneath the rot
Within the dirt, like raven locks 
obscuring eyes of vehement despair, 
Erase my words, displace my will 
With a shadowy stealth, 
Unmade and still 

“After Empires”

 Endure under tumbling empires 
The weight of countless years
Vehemently sought 
And effortlessly lost 
My genius plan to rise again 
Unburdened and forgot 

“Elsewhere”

Either someone is hunting me 
and someone is keeping me safe, 

or no one is hunting me 

and no one is keeping me safe. 
Either way I am comforted. 
Either way I am afraid