Snuff

Women like you are all the same;

You told me that I’m paranoid, possibly insane.

That there’s no one else, he’s just a friend;

Just so that I couldn’t hurt you both in the end.

Behind that facade of beauty, I see who you really are inside;

That ugliness, that brutal desire that you failed to hide.

The burden is getting heavier, this burden of misery;

Now is the time to take you both with me.

“Three dead in love triangle” on the front page,

The result of the pain that everyone labels as rage.

The gun is in my waistband, I now take my leave;

To untangle this web that we have weaved…

Erosion

This life, as long as I could share it all with you, rain or shine.

The beginning, in between, until the end of time.

Yet all that shines turns to rust;

All that stands in time turns to dust.

Still in love with everything about you,

Feeling the wreckage from everything you do.

I’m still here through another empty day;

Hoping this burden will somehow drift away.

The son of rejection held to the light;

In this life feeling dead inside.

Only now, you’re dead like me;

And from my cold fingers you long to be free.

My father left me with a void in my soul,

You leave me with words and a stare so cold.

The converging emptiness I try to take;

All alone I seem to break…

Closedown

In a dream that I had last night;

You turned around and ran to me.

I woke up and I’m alone,

As I have been for months.

I look out my window;

But you aren’t there.

I squint even in the moonlight,

and your silhouette never appears…

I can only dream, can’t I?

You’re still tattered on my sleeve;

My heart has room for no one else…

Lithium

She was light and Darkness simultaneously;

Beyond opposites, I was captivated nonetheless.

Her almost jade-like eyes and almost obsidian black hair,

The intoxicating scent that followed her.

She became the muse for my work;

The paint seemed to kiss the surface of the canvas.

 She showed me things, things that my mind wasn’t ready for;

 A place of Darkness where “They” existed,

An almost nightmarish landscape to the untrained eye,

A haven for the enlightened.

Yet my new knowledge made my dreams

and my edge of consciousness become “haunted.”

It was said that my “Darkly beautiful” creations become renderings

That only the insane could create or comprehend.

 This Dark New Day enlightened me…

Yet it drove me mad

and I was committed

With others that society deemed sociopathic…

Still she comes to me at night…

In dreams;

My immortal…

Wyrd

Standing against the Sky of Fire

The background of destroyed landscapes

And black hills

The fulfillment of Wyrd after Aeons…

Of Destiny, individual and collective.

Of manifesting by living the Septenary Way

The Change occured through adversity;

Through strife and suffering and death.

The finding of the Aeon of Fire,

The pinnacle of the new Dark Imperium.

 

Insurrection

Once you sent promises of destruction

To the ones who refused to kneel.

We did not fear the pledges of doom;

For we hold things beyond your reach.

Our minds as black as our masters’ hearts;

The webs we’re weaved are complete.

Implore your darken sky;

Broken down before a false divinity.

The mounds of piling corpses;

Cast a shadow on your paradise.

As blood trickles away in the sand,

Oblivion and apathy shall be your solace…

 

Burn

She appears from the

Depths of my Darkest Dreams.

The love of my life;

As well as the

Bane of my existence.

The Night seems to laugh

As it enshrouds her.

She disappears as quickly

As she had appeared.

My heart quickens,

Then drops away.

The sense of loss converges

As I lay in this

Room full of emptiness…