Ever so cold, things freeze when alone
pieces of broken hopes close to heart
it's never been so hard to let go
so we wander in hell, self fashioned
sleep never comes to the guilty
but they still dream awake
of barefoot and dancing under sky
of singing the way things were
something vague tugging at memory
of love and play and natures embrace
golden auras and kissing games
but again lost as shadow closes in
she will never feel his skin again
he will never smell her on his pillow
though they will never let go
when memory grows cold as gravestones
musings of a dead boy
Monday, January 30, 2012
Monday, July 18, 2011
Bless the Beast
Blinded by blood in the eyes
The third opens
To see your skin
Dragged through the ruins
Because i can, because i must
Because your words are bold
But your soul is soft
So tender and unaware
That you are amongst lions, boy
The anger lid peels back
Seeing fear, barely concealed
And brittle bone
Dragged through the ruins
Because i can, because i must
Because your words are bold
But your soul is soft
So tender and unaware
That you are amongst lions, boy
The anger lid peels back
Seeing fear, barely concealed
And brittle bone
Ripe for breaking
Sweet sweet marrow
A beautiful bloodlust
Of the human condition
The hot caress of the beast
The yawning black of oblivion
Middle mind opening
The maw of the reptile
Fight or flight
Respect or pride
The monster must retain his honor
The step taken too far
Cannot be returned upon
Cower and shame yourself
For my pleasure alone
I will lap it up like milk and nectar
Past that, i promise nothing
The thought of pain is as exciting
As the dulcet tones
Of your urine soaked screaming
Your tongue flapped and made idiot talk
And you find not easy prey
But the rage of an elder god
He is awake and you are to blame
Sweet sweet marrow
A beautiful bloodlust
Of the human condition
The hot caress of the beast
The yawning black of oblivion
Middle mind opening
The maw of the reptile
Fight or flight
Respect or pride
The monster must retain his honor
The step taken too far
Cannot be returned upon
Cower and shame yourself
For my pleasure alone
I will lap it up like milk and nectar
Past that, i promise nothing
The thought of pain is as exciting
As the dulcet tones
Of your urine soaked screaming
Your tongue flapped and made idiot talk
And you find not easy prey
But the rage of an elder god
He is awake and you are to blame
Heaven help you
And bless the beast
And bless the beast
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