The untimely misgiving

cast into my eyes,
A disauthenticicated grin from the hollow black depths of your wicked soul.
Your a fraud and it seeps right through...
your melting, withering, distorting eyes
I cant trust a liar! Even one who speaks the truth!
You fix your abused and broken gaze upon a chalk white face
with the blood red eyes that lust for your sweet veins.
No use begging for redemption,
No use trying to sleep at night
No use trying to speak
with your lips crusted shut
from the gallons of blood you drank to quench your lechery!
These ashes are the inevitable prophecy...
foretelling the destruction of mankind.
a haunting
looming
impending
Fate!
These premonitions shall unwind

End of Year Doldrums

Sitting by my lonesome self
In my dark corner, on a dusty shelf
The love I had for all my friends
Has come to an all-too-jagged end
I once had what I now desire
But as of late I'm worn and tired
Does anyone out there have care for my feelings?
A corpse on a rope, hanging limp from the ceiling.
A dashboard that's laden with shrapnel and glass...
Blood pours from my neck like wine from a flask!
Desperate hands reach for what none can grasp
Her shattered evening...
so longed for, so mourned
My ninth of December,
Her nothing more...................

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To speak of all the beauty past these twisted empty walls
To sit in a corner at the dead end of those halls
The swadows crouched in silence on the edges of your lips
so lonely...
this life...
as the light leaves the sky.
In the dark on a mid-summer's night as I cry
glowing embers reflect and refract as they spy
on the demon in waiting with scarlet red eyes
like voices that come from the hounds in disguise.
If the hate sha'n't surrender and fold in her cards ne'er shall I!

If and When

Sitting on a black throne
Bleeding in a corner
A steel blade
An hourglass
Decay speaks in a monotone
Torture tossed her last goodbye
Through my open
Bedroom door
The lies that have been sewn right through
Occurring even…
More and MORE!
The beauty and her shadow, grey,
The jealousy, the cries in vain!
You never thought I tried!
To tell you…
So then you had to die!
I hate you…
The wailing wind outside!
The window…
Screaming to the night!
Calling you…
Was really my desire to show you…
The broken part I died to give you…
A slashed-to-ribbons memory…
Of lying next to you.

Tradgedy's Farewell Song

I stand by what I said before.
Inhaling the sweet perfume she wore.
Breathing in a whisper. . .
Ingested by her ears I pour. . .
By moonlit beach and stardust shore
Writing the faintest murmur on the deviding void
The air upon eagle's wings we soar.
She stands by what she said before
She wanted this night to mean
something more.
She loves the beauty I so adore
Embrace these lips
This heart is yours
Stricken speechless. . .
My throat is sore
And so I stand by what I said before
I said, "I love you"
Just as forever
and ever I shall
Just as always
and evermore. . .

Dearest Ashes

Staring in awe. . .
Eyes fatigued
My soul bare, and raw
Waiting to bleed
Anticipating pain
and distant screams
of distant broken memories
The shattered moon weaps
on a candlelit december's eve. . .
Driving down this one-way street
In a city that never sleeps
Staring, and listening
in disbelief
Her tongue translating
a world of mystery
Lifting her walls
Showing what lies beneath
An abyss of stars
and one single silver streak
The wind whispers my name
into her ear
It was love's deceit
Which made it hard to believe. . .
That she could simply,
Just disappear

as I lay me simply to rest my head

Her face is the picturesque eternity in which I bleed
Her eyes I see
Are that which burn my throat with thoughts unspeakable,
splitting my lips as I curse the night
in a masquerade of frustration uncontained by my unforgivable soul.
her beauty of which I speak is the sunset on the autumn's eve.
This monologue is the product of enfatuation, lust, and greed.
Once I have explained. . .
I always fall.
Too damn sad.
She is the world tonight in the iris of summer's eyes.
None can fathom.
None shall comprehend what I desire;
for that is death,
and tonight the world shall weep over another lamb lead to the slaughter
on the chopping block of content.
She is the world tonight in the Iris of summer's eyes.
Tonight the world shall cry
as I take one last look in her venemous eyes,
hold my breath,
lay down and die.