Humans are vessels, For an energy brighter than the stars, And who would seek to fly ever more On wings of gold and souls of old. But if you desire to prove me wrong Ask yourself, would you rather; Fly with me, Or sing your quarantine song?
I was born this way, Mortal yet not, With a soul from beyond Which in daylight cries; But at night sweet music makes. At the back of my mind, a whisper Whose addiction continues undying, Of things beyond the flesh Seen only in the gaze of an eye, Whose window must terrify my own… Continue reading The Vampire Within
It is a fire that burns cold, Reaching into the soul With claws that scrape and scar, As a harmony of pleasure and pain, Abets one to begin again. With sorrow Comes beauty, Mixing as does the sun at the end, Whose blood curdles amidst the night; As purple and blue reunite. A… Continue reading The Gothic Embrace
Red velvet Midsummer nights Your body, and my own. Lips are real When form is not; The weight of a soul, with pleasure I drown. Memories of things greater Rival Ivy in green, As you poison my heart, my voice taken. The moment, condensed, To ambrosia; an opus, Where one final breath… Continue reading In Secret Love
Bright like the sun The serpent twists, Uncertain of it's fate in my hands. Were each scale a soul To whom it gave a fruit, Then each would be a death To whose who, through faith, were mute. From the stars this serpent came Ablaze to Earth; "I am all that thou can… Continue reading Scenes of Orion