Struggling not to fall from grace
I sing these hymns of my disgrace
Freedom's wings a waning hope
Caught in this husk, this sinful cloak
Upon this alter that I lay
Mouth sown shut, forced to obey
These laws that seek to chain me here
I refuse to run, I will not fear
Wrap me in the kindest arms
Save me from this sinful heart
Give me wings of purest white
Allow me Faith that I may fight
Allow me Faith that I may fight

I saw him again
by my side as I wake
in the middle of the night.

A thin naked man
Contorted limbs fit more
for a dog than a man.

His burning scolding breath
on my neck and
he screams at me

I am The Rake
I am The Rake
I am The Rake

Large head, round black
Eyes pierce through me
He peels back my covers

And beckons to me
His hands twist in strange ways
As though not bound by tendon

And he screams

I am The Rake
I am The Rake
I am The Rake

It is still dark as I follow him into the woods
I know what he wants - just for me to wake

He is The Rake.

And he wants my bones.

Fallen
Into Sweet Mother's arms
The night's embrace like silk,
perforated with needles of Solace.
No thought, no memory
of anything but nothing.
Lost in Forever-never-land

Fallen
Into cecity of self.
Denial no longer, escape
the Shell Of Hallucinations.
And fly.

Fallen
Into the me Beneath
Spiral down-trail, gilded with failures
That have coagulated into sanity
and Reason

Fallen
Into a Flawless-Confusion
No meaning is evident
Within my soul-cage-metaphor
and my failures-turned-reason/sanity
Tell me to seek help

Fallen
Into Un-reason
Fallen
Into self
Fallen
I have
Fallen,
Fallen,
Occido

Threatened, repressed Inner
Backed into a jagged-glass corner by Outer

As

Hatred is suspended within Inner, on piano wire
stretched too-tight.

Outer is Legion, a communist social-anesthetic
Dominating, binding, and herding Inner
Into that small little corner
The one that forces a Balance to sway
One way
Or another

A torrent, Black
A river, Red
and Inner stands over Outer
No longer Repressed

Hatred
(Over)
Love

Truth
(Over)
Lies

Life
(Over)
All­

If
    it
        were
          -a choice

Id hope

          - it was

                                            Blind.

I find myself falling
Like an angel with burning wings
This night has consumed me
Ive committed horrible things
Envy Lust Hatred and Greed
But loving you is the worst indeed
Id ask your forgiveness for I am sick
But vindicated Im not and time doth tick
When you shall wake Ill stay my calling
But till then, Ill continue falling

"Did you know there is only twenty-one letters in the alphabet?"
"No, there's twenty-six."
"Really?"
"Mhm"
"Oh, oops. I forgot. U R A Q T"
Shy smile.
Wide smile.