Fixed melancholy, how you find me!
Crawled down out of the mystical fog
The burial holds the weight of the world against me
Awake in Death & devoid of all human form
A crypt that no longer holds me quivers
My hand erupts through the coffin lid
And as the death flies spew about
I recall the freedom from absolute will
Filthy insects creep even where the darkness will not
A world that now rests dormant as She cries
Arrival of dusk, encountered again
One that used to be full of hope
& I bend in the midnight gale
Contouring flesh & cringing bones
A werewolf transforming in the light of the iron moon
Now the field of dormant dusk rots
Full of dew & fresh moonlight
A snare of perfect petals cleave to me
Perfectly haunting thorns await
Blackened roses burn at the stake
Hear the hum of the drones
Theyve come to set us free
(Dark carnival laughter ensues)
Trapped imprisonment, my soul is my own captor, trading of particulate flesh
The sheets of mist separate me from you
Buried deep in the forgotten, broad paintstrokes of an American Portrait