I looked through the window and saw bellowing fires

******-soaked remains of my city choke the air-victims of new empires

During all conflicts of human history, death is the favored solution

Lead chiefly by ruthless automatons immune to moral dissolution

This vestige of a world is one born from dust and brimstone

I am now merely memories made of ash, agonizing the past with bitter groans

In this state of reflection, I thanked Him, for my sense of hope never retires

That is, until I looked through the window and saw bellowing fires

I’m a drunkard for your intoxicating love
I suppose, darling, you have the sweetest lips
Your addicting forms fit me just like a glove
Guises like smoke clouds with catty eyes or hourglass-shaped acid trips


You taste like freshly picked honey suckle
For that, I’ll forgive the tooth marks left on my heart
The pain even makes me laugh, makes me chuckle
Feels like a belt buckle striking the bony tips of a knuckle


Before you start sprinkling sugar atop these ****** wounds
I should start confessing
Darling, I know it’s depressing, but please don’t stop your discipline
I’ve been acting like a naughty boy who’s always breaking his toys

I need to learn my lesson

I sink during my highs and soar during my lows
I feel brightest during the night and warmest when the wind blows
I’m alone in a crowd of thousands and bitter during Valentine’s Day
To unpleasant “Goodbye’s,” my voice always responds with a “Hey!”
I drink from downstream, conversely from where the river flows
I’ve got feet with feeling fingers and hands gripping through toes
I’ll talk about your hopes but when the question’s turned, I don’t know what to say
I’m an irrational guy and, everyday, paradoxes are the game I play

Baby, I’m a lightning blast living in a lane that’s blazing fast
I’m hotridin’ down the streets of greed, leaving a trail of pain and planting bad seeds
Better keep up ‘cause I’m burning through the *******, wanna start eating my dust?
My cold heart’s got no grasp of romance or love, it’s drowning in lust
I’ve got Hell’s gates to my left and the Devil’s whisper to my right
I’m a wicked ******* who’s got no **** redemption in sight

I am a cold creature living in locales of ice
The sky is everlastingly dim-I see stars plummet and galaxies entice

Melancholy respites are my friend: I trek without a whisper or a sigh
Frigid winds flay my flesh from bone yet my ears listen to the music they belie

Living in darkness is all I know; my spirit regards shadows as a feast
All this carnage at my hand, all this consumption, and, even still, my hunger has not decreased

I stand upon an ivory peak and patiently scowl at the visitor as it reaches out to greet
My essence immediately withers and my cloaked body slumps down with defeat

I cry out in pain, in shock, and in eternal dismay
At this horribly strange sight, at this mass of my worst nightmares
A Sun free from any tinges of grey

On that lovely day, I tiptoed into a cobbled courtyard of death

The air was fresh and heavy with scents of hog-tied fear

My darling friends struggled to get free: Mary, Susan, and dear Annabel Lee

Among the tombstones I strode and, past the drear, wasted lives were what I saw so clear

Suddenly, putrid hands reached from beneath and began to sporadically spasm

They gripped my sweet friends by the neck, dragging them into an unearthly phantasm

On that lovely day, I tiptoed back from a cobbled courtyard of death

For my pretty little friends had just surrendered their last mortal breath

When the light reaches its end, gaze into the sky
It holds memories of the day
Reminders for what will happen in those far away
I feel alone in what I witness
Hardened by years of seeing purity pass
I am a rock
Basking in the death throes of sunsets