Autumn,with the force of rapid thunder Dawns the sky, clawing the lake asunder Beneath our steps As we leapt To,fro,and to again;
Here we burn, trapped to our limboid sojourn Gasping for air as the Daemon sits without a care Tracing and chasing the ends of his thinning thread Connecting to our voodoo dolls, laments of our death In silent whispers only existant at all by the dents Where our mouths should be.
This dreaded haunting, this memory looped With crimson nails the Daemon draws hoops Pliable as a smoke ring from laughing lips, The Daemon strings us by his fingertips— Reminds us we alone created hell on earth— You can taste it in the kicked up dust, The unlexical powder that remarks our birth In this stale heat, our skin starts to crust.
I called you my best yet, you said I was a settlement in a lost bet, I called you a ***** and wished I drownt you in the wishing well Where you'd only have other mute spirits left to tell; I set
Out on a ****** scheme that night-- To slit your throat as you awoke and watch you fight Without a chance. I watched you in your contorted dance and felt you lift, Shiver and go stiff Dying in my arms. But as I sighed I felt invisible red eyes Settle on us from the willows Behind the blindness window.
I heard a needle scrape, a scornful moan and a bat's descry. I knew then I truly was the pawn in a wicked game Who's evil was signatured in our name.
The devil netted your soul dear, and already had mine. And as I sat straddled over your limpid frame, frozen in time And feeling his nails, like worn toolbox screws, along my spine I oddly thought pleasantly of better times:
Of our first meeting on that autumnal day, when caught in the breeze And kissing discreetly Amongst the trees and along the lake we simontaniously compared to the mythical Lethe.
I loved you then, oh how I did, And in return, we'll love forever— Us, the looping dead.