Faithless though I am,I am devoted to Her:My cruel, heartless Muse.
I've been sleeping more lately,Troubled by ephemeral dreams,That (clichéd though this may be)Feel more real than reality seems.While good for inspiration,I'm concerned nonetheless,For in my waking starvation,I'm becoming less and less. Better, I suppose,To dream and chase phantom love,Than let my soul die.
When she did not wake, she burrowed Deeper,Into the corpse-skin of the world,Where she stole the magic from forgotten gods,Ate their powers and awful disparity,Until she vomited her mortality,In the form of wriggling worms,Many-legged and blindingly yellow,(Though when crushed underheel,They leave beautifully red stains). Because she could no longer walk,Having sprouted too many eyes,She dragged … Continue reading To Dream Too Deep
Milk-rust and rose petals, Flowing in churning streams, Through ancient forest clearing, Weaving infinite songs, Whisper sensual calm, For a broken War Machine, Which can no longer recall(lost so in cartesian spirals), until sleep once again gleams, Like a dagger of diamond dreams, sheathed in soft, sapphire silk.
Fuchsia dreams of white-light rooms,Repeating rhythms in coral suspension,Cold nights framed in crystal borders,Nightly bodies burst in ruby drops,While princesses dance with shotguns,Staccato steps and smoky smiles,Screaming lurid secrets,Spilling from dreamer's lips,At the moment we awake. Over and over again I'll die,Until one day things could beDifferent.
You have been ruined,Uncaring hands sullied you,Left you torn and limp,So I'll finish the damned job,With a careful blade,Tearing through broken armor,So, Neglected Soul,I can build you up stronger,And you can be loved again.
Softly she sharpensSilver spears, shimmering suns,Stab slowly, sweetly,Selecting sworn suitor-slaves.Soon: selfless suicides.
Gothic fantasy prayer,Cold fingers crossed under moonlight,Grown heavy with memory,"Words without thoughts"; endless night.
After the party,Our exhausted bodies sprawl,Through the foyer doors,Slinking to the living room,Opulent, pristine,(Because nothing lives in there)My red-wine breath fogs,While your dark dress falls,Pale, moonlit skin, bared like knives,So soft and so cruel,Cuts into my blurry mind,Your wrothful embrace,Kissing, clinging, poisoned lips,Our lust fills our hate,Nothing else can satiate,Spent blood, exhausted,A push and pull, … Continue reading Disrobing
I am a Mayfly,A life that ends in a day,A faint light snuffed out.The clocks portend my last death,Over and over again.