The blade against open skin
Evokes euphoria, bliss.
The cycle of your very being
Emptied of its fuel
Is divinity unmitigated.

To pain openly and well
And see the world bluried
Is a peace.
Black is the slate
And gave you life.

If the form given finds its joy
In all of the darks and heights,
The pitiless sorrows
And ectatic pleasures,
How could one not see?

The inspired myriad
An unending
Like unto like
And veiled conclusions
From those bored and few
Pacing now

It is a hollowness
A Push and Pull
A swollen mass of nothing

And seethe at it
Rage and fight it
Breathe the putrid and new
Hate it

Decide to define the lyric
Sounded long and well
But nothing will be found
Of the crowns broken and not
Of the moon full and new
Lives lived to glory or death
Yet we have pursued
And visions have been born
Bloods have been warmed
But we never touch
So for the failing of our existence
Allow a demand
Color this world

Who is to praise love from afar
Undeterred by lack of space
Echoing eyes of light and stars
It struck lively without haste

Not to deny to you tender words
Uttering my heart and head
For your beauty is not unheard
As sight to love may wed

Demure air spills true and through
Easy to love such blushing
So I will build and tell of you
Simple to err in not rushing

Chuckles and glances and death
I'm the tale to be told
Hide your face, hold your breath
Stay warm to be bold

It's boring, knowing, feeling, seeing
Whispers shift slow
I'd gladly empty my very being
To allow you to know

The face won't betray the mask
I asked it politely
But it is dead set on this task
So I move it slightly

I refuse to speak in your tone
****, dead eyes
Hate so good I want to moan
Crush the flies

Break a heart to feel desire
Suffer now in dark and mire
Empty pages to fill this book
Step off the ledge for a look

Pay eternity in tired penance
Dying glory for your reverence
Skin to softly warm the heart
Spirit and mold forever apart

Fevered, I stumble farther down
I've not been humble not been found
Skin bare to the cold, Mercy take me
Slowly I crumble into gray and brown
I concede this road serves to unmake me

This life I loathe had love to behold
My creator knows and to me he told  
Compacted earth finds a way of means
But still it goes and I to see it unfold
Delayed in birth the path still pristine