I’m holding you my Hope,
In arms that bind like the tightest rope,
Heavens blessed and protecting cloak,
Hide us now from what has awoke.

Our world is holding its final breath
Till it is loved and held by subtle death.
Oh delicate child of winters bliss.
Hold me now in this evil Abyss.

Love is hiding in hidden shallows,
Beneath a canopy of dreary willows.
Call her with a tender song,
One that has been beating all along.
So gaze into hopes sweet innocent eyes.
And fall in love with mans greatest prize.

So linger softly on her lips,
Let her guide you to her perfect hips,
And bring life to this existence,
And bare a child of godly omnipotence.

Stop killing me with deep despair,
In deepest sleep hides your constant stare!
Nails clawing at blackest sin,
That clings and stains at my white narrow shins.

Guilt drives to this midnight panic,
Fingers breaking through and revealing the satanic.
I loved you with this down trodden heart,
But you killed it with your wicked arts.

It started with a drunken fist,
And struck hard in the blood streaked mist.
I screamed and flailed in your arrest,
Tearfilled terrified and distressed!

Scared hands encountered,
On the kitchen counter,
The weapon of your instant death,
Which robbed you of your final breath.

The knife knicked,
With a frantic flick.
And dead were you upon our floor.
Right next to the garden door.....

i have no love for those that condemn,
i have nowt but sympathy for those that turn to the unseen.
Faith is but a little girl,
daughter of most beautiful hope.

Her father is corruption,
who embraces her in the shadows.
Her mother is lost in night,
too weak to find her and to fight.
to give her truth,
and give her meaning,
to send the lies of her father fleeing.

So hold tight daughter of the night,
i alone am witness to your plight,
and will hold your hand in Corruptions blight.
untill sweet hope comes into sight.

Am I losing myself to this crazed depression, every day I wake feeling more and more lifeless, the clock is on its thirteenth hour and what should have died and turned to dust is existing in constant purgatory, a heart that no longer is  capable of loving but still feels that emptiness, observes from behind thick glass screaming at a person who is incapable of listening.

This strange man I see infront of me, I have no attachment to, will anyone listen if he cried. Would anyone help if he crumbled infront of them, his every grain of emotion flooding onto empty ears and hearts, no sympathy or love is there for him. We're begging you please, take notice, and let us free from this purgatory.

Splattered like my fractured heart,
Upon the sky like sensual art.
Blood red and dazzling with sequins.
Her dress drags out my desire,
Her lips smoulder the inner hate filled fire.

The sun is her bloodstain,
Drawing from the blues that wane
Her body was her rapture.
In this dirtiest of endeavours,
My pain weathers.

Even in your death people see only you.
Which is a gift to those that hate you.
For your death is easier to cover,
If no one suspects the lover.

Lost in limitless embrace,
Of sensual tight hugging lace.
Hands moving with passionate pace,
Until pleasure spreads across a beautiful face.

The Rhythmic motion,
Of a goddesses emotion.
Evident through the entwined feet,
That lock and spin beneath the crumpled sheet .

Pull me closer and love me harder!
She shouts out as the song gets faster.
Till what with one exhalation,
She looks at him with admiration.
Then sleep soundly in their consummation.

The kisses of steel cannot compare to the kisses of my lips, they both dance on your bodies curves and dips. The crimson passion that falls sublime, all across the polished pine, whispers to me from across the void. Bathing in your agony as my blade kissed deeper and deeper, I wonder at your hearts last flitter, would it beat quicker if he was with my sister? But such thought are late and drive me straight towards my hate.
Next the ***** that stole my love, my fathers sweet white pretty Dove. Alison of the bright blonde hair,  left blood trailing up the maple stairs. Come here my sister who is so sweet, who is fleeing now without her feet. Die in your lovers sheets that form in mangled disgusting heaps! Slash and cut, scream and sheen as blood flies slowly as if from dreams.