I suffer your absence You linger here, like darkness to the fray Clinging to my dreams You haunt my sleep Forever restless in my meloncholy I carve my flesh in your name For the gardens of what once was Now silent in the maw of greif I roll heavy stones to appease the need for suffering These labours owed onto to you I revel in madness and smile, bleeding in the dark
Be safe child There is darkness a foot Over yonder The pallid stare of despair Calls for you Set a new Deliverance to falter through Silence nestles comfortably there Amongst the decay of your smile Sweet wounds to suffer
Oblivions folly found in her womb Stillborn, a gift of darkness The stars haunt her bittersweet And the winds kiss at her cheek A conspiracy of storks Left ill tempered at her betrayal Born of filth and acrid deeds She calls forth a pretty death As she picks at long empty scars Still bleeding she licks her wounds
The bitter melodies of your death keep me turning Yearning for displacement I lament in your crypt For sad hours weigh heavy on those left behind And I witness this from over yonder, lost in the hubris of greif
Torn memories flutter here and there The pitter patter of fleeting images rush me over I swollow your rose whole, thorns and all It tastes of sunshine and moss
In the oceans of my tears I float aimlessly Out to sea, far and away Misery but a light house on some rocky shore Whose light grimly calls me home
Divinities kiss upon crimson lips Her spirit fled moonlight in fugue Audacious and lustrious ovations Full circle in concert with woe The stars far above, a candlebra of deceipt Glimmering the fates of the damned few Starlit poetry farflung from their gait As words fall upon deaf ears When mutes speak in disastrous tongues Bringing the wrath of the giants above
I dressed the sunset For dark serenades echoed my heartache My belly shook with the lust for more Intoxication a bitter sweet gift Like her kisses that scarred my liver Scarred me over with cruel intentions And hopeless nights between her thighs
I never faulted her Though that scarlet letter well deserved The stirrings of her labido a sordid gift of past trauma She always came back though I don't know why To watch me cry I figure The many hands that...
I remember tying knots Slinging steel and tying knots All fucking day A good wage in tying knots Respectable Climbing bars and tying knots My hands bled, shoulders too Oh, the live long day And oh, what fun, at night we'd play Slamming beers like the steel we slung all fucking day Good boys, the crew I mean Fuck the white hats Those whom can't do teach Or rather preach, fuck them and their sandbox Fuck their blueprints too Slinging steel and tying knots How I miss them fucking days Tying knots and taking...