contempt

 
spindle of grief spin for me
in nightmare's demise...wind
the dark coddles its own

tyrant of naught
fickle in feeling
occult dreaming screams foul
while dread sulks inside you

you pacify yourself on a whore's tit
sucking filth, you wither
wanderer of abandon keen for loss
in midnight's blasphemy...glory
time regrets you in all your shame
the darkness beckons

why do you tarry in the halls of sorrow?

nothingness embraces a daughter of scorn
singing sonnets to damnation
keening songs of sadness

in the breaking of the soul
honor is found