I'm found in songs
sung silently

for fear



I'll hear.

Don't turn round
just
believe
I've always
got your back

Wyverns wings
rend the midnight sky...

spilling its stars
in waterfalls
of broken glass

faceted teardrops reflecting
Windows stained
with blood
depicting

the death of magic

Yon painted ***** yet coffin fresh
the taste of death warm on her flesh
against mine own I long to press
in unholy union no priest would bless
the scent of grave and rictus grin
egg on my need my want to sin
fragile as the first spring bloom
I lay her gently in my room
and soft I claim her as my prize
not with my hands but with my eyes
she's  somewhat cold yet heats my blood
my freshly plucked from rest Rose bid
with shaking hands I lay her bare
and at her beauty stand and stare
for here tonight before my peers
I'll put to rest such childlike fears
with surgeons fingers such as these
I'll enter her with precise ease
I'll make of her a thing of pleasure
my illicit gift mine stolen treasure
so gentlemen please take a pew
as I perform right here for you
autopsy 101's in session
today the womb's the arranged lesson
thank you Burke thank you Hare
same time tomorrow please take care.

Oh starling my darling
my love and my life
My music when saddened
my shelter from strife

bread winner protector
come Sun and come rain
in winter you warm me
and drive away pain

My Angel pray hold me
with wings that are mine
and gather me to thee
For now and all time

Today must be a good day
Or else, I fear
I will throw a fit; or worse,
For I grow weary
Of playing
This little game
Of life