Darling,

                                                                       our truth that we inhabit under
                                                                       its crystalised sky is
                                                                       masochistic
                                                                       undenying, tameless
                                                                       thriling  

                                                                      
                                                                      Shattering above us.



Don't*
                                                                       be afraid
                                                                       of the eyes that
                                                                       stare at us
                                                                       through fields
                                                                       - flowers of cruelty

  
                                                                     For tonight,

                                                                      
                                                                      I will take your
                                                                      mind
                                                                      tongue
                                                                      flesh
                                                                                                                



                                                                                                                                    all.


you
                                                                        are an octave without lines
                                                                        Synchronicity
                                                                        A treble-clef tattooed upon the skin of my
                                                                        heart
                                                                        Notes like bloodcells in my veins
                                                                                                                    
                        
                                                                                                                    I can never play you.  











lie                                      
                                                                           yourself inside
                                                                     and breathe inside
                                                                            what I am
                                                                            what I will become

                                                                                               neverending


                                                                          
           &n

This is because of you



the night falls as if slain by the sun, entwined are we.the salvation for which you sacrifice yourself flares once, then dies,devoured by a velvet ebon nothingness.all hope must surely perish.







your soul thrives no more.how could you tear us asunder?shadows surround us, crying,save us from ourselves.



Around, all around, the sinister creatures gather.My dread grows as the Dark One's touch falls against my naked soul.It severs me, and darkly my essence drips to the wicked earth that is my prison.In my madness I call your name while my doom takes my hand.Now alone, my cascade of tears falls upon bleeding eyes.




what have you ruined?a dark black shadowy cloud of betrayal as affections seep.once we savored paradise,untainted and wide-eyed,but your desire soured.a vengeful pool of bitterness -memories follow pain, follow hate,love bled dry.in a storm of vengeance,i still love you.

There's a sense of claustrophobia
But not within a box.
When left to myself for too long
I become afraid inside my skin.
And it's almost poetic
Because there won't be an expansion of space
My skull confines what thoughts stir within.
Inhale...EXHALE!
Take too many breaths and I choke.
I choke on the aprehension of never escaping.
And yet, I'm afraid of leaving.
Agoraphobiatic enough to stay exactly behind the threshold.
My eyes are the doors to these fears.
You could never tell it in my face, however...
Because I'm scared of you more than I am of myself.
I'll mimic and agree.
I'll put on a show in a way that you would never suspect
Yet behind my act of egomania
I withdraw myself and present to you another.
Who is braver than I could ever be.
I am my phobia.

She stands by the window waiting
As the tears stream down her face
"One day soon, I'll leave him", she says
As she hangs her head in disgrace

Beaten and battered, her bruises still hurt
With only the slightest of touch
For fifteen years, she's taken it
When will it be too much?

Her family have all deserted her
For they just can't understand
How can she say that she loves him
When he's such a horrible man?

His car pulls in their driveway
She shutters as he slams the door
She wipes her tears and puts on her smile
As her husband approaches, once more

She says, "Hi honey, how was your day?"
When she smells it on his breath
For he'd been drinking most of the day
And she knew he'd beat her to death

He grabs her by the hair of her head
And he throws her to the floor
She points the revolver and pulls the trigger
And screams, "You wont hurt me anymore"

Her lawyers called it self defense
But she just sat there and stared
"He was a piece of trash", they said,
"It's not like anybody cared"

Aquitted of all of her charges
She leaves to start a new life
She councils and tells her story
Of her years as Satan's wife

I walked the lonely mountain Eyrian path,
To the chasm beyond the hills.
In that deep wretched dark I could find him at last,
I know the Devil dwells there still.

I marched through boulders and sharply jagged rocks,
I went down twixt walls of stone.
It seems in seeking the key I’d found the lock,
I first noticed I was alone…

I expected He’d be ringed in brimstone and fire,
To roar and imbue men with fear.
Epiphany thwarted my hell-bound desires;
The Devil had always been here.

There as I stood in the chasm alone,
I found what I knew to be true,
Realization wracked me to the bone,
Hell is to be without you.