I used to grieve for the passing of youth,
and long for the endless procession
of yesterday’s promise,

while the soul mourned its sad song
of grievous wrongs.

the shattered landscape of twisted dreams and wasted want,the demise of desperate affection and the birth of regret–the hollow home of hate and horror.

I used to tilt my face to the moon, its lambent light lost in chemical corruption and unshed tears
. Eyes blind to the monster in my midst

I used to sleep the sleep of the dead, and awaken with deadly need, soul broken, my only consolation
the comfortable dread of the ******

I used to sleep.

And dream the dreams of hell and wish that angels really dwelt in the land of immortality…