Gothic
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My momma always did say those bradford pears,
Smelled like the dead,
Somethin’ ‘bout a southern curse.
Ain’t nothin’ lonelier bein’ inside these pine walls,
The hate. It rages;
burns my shackles to reality
until I am no longer bound.
So I whither and shrink and hide,
like an arachnid,
There’s a bar in the mojave desert.
Most don't know how to get there,
Only hearing the mutters of instructions from drunken strangers,
But they all have same eyes,
I stand on the edge of a cliff
the roar of the waves beneath me
and stare into the night sky
it is raining now
I scream into the void
all of the pain of the past
I give it up to the ocean and sky
Sleep, that place where fantasies keep & time repeats merged between the seams of sheets where some nightmares creep at the beat of consciousness in deep. Sleep.
When she was a little girl
Without her cloak
Without her crimson-red shield
She was innocent, full of light, full of life
The Children of Never Light
the more I see through open eyes,
fools come my way with alibis
playing the game of chance with mankind;
I touch a shattered sky with a broken heart,
blades, whips, sword & cross
sought after twilight sun
has tainted my inner vision
to reach the populace
When you see me reaching down,
With a needful talon in clear distress,
Today my talents seem faint, so impotent,
From my beak croaks a mournful sound.
In the garden you'll find this raven,
It started early today with her ear-splitting nagging
Her purpose is to obey me, so I retaliated with slapping
Jabbing with a screwdriver she miserably misses
Poisonous cries,
Candle light dies,
School girls gather
On the run~away.
Black eyes die,
Too sad to cry,
Four boys run astray.
Wrinkling, wrinkling
Aftermath.
Throat ripped clean
Jagged fangs go open
Eyes widen gleam
Blood flows free
Throat cut through
Pulse times two
Fangs sink deep
Drink into sleep
To what do my eyes see
When tey are closed?
A all to familar future woe
Of past and present fea
Where the raven flies nevermore
Where the pictures steal our age
Long black nails,
Black shirts, black pants,
Right on me,
Black makeup and dark hair cover my face
My appearance, my soul, all of me
When I walk in the streets people stare,
There has always been something special about October
About Halloween
About the Addams Family
and their sadistic values
There's something about the moon at night
Rip out the seams
Unravel the thread
Cut open the ties
We'll draw with the red
Scream until sore
And voices are spent
Fall to the floor
And Bleed until dead
Amidst gothic bewitchery and roaring seascape,
I delve into the cryptic conscience of primal instinct,
shadows sprawled behind, mouth agape,
Of trivial human things I could hardly think.
When shadows come forth with life, as day turns to night.
The secrets of our hearts are brought forth into site.
We seek our keys, those that let us lock it all away.
