I Shalt Become

Dancing to bring the rain... A repeating crescendo... Raining to recoil the dance... 

Suffering fools Coitus more ferarum The guilty with no guilt The innocent with no life Suffering the stigmata Where are the leeches? Where is my burden? 

Soon everything bleeds For the lights of the dispossessed And together to pass the times They were no more Once again, one day, They were not all. 

A seduction duly faded on him To twist and turn as the pained into madman The pain into madness A day to dusk. 

Pity such a riddle rang cruel As the sixth act began... No answer whispered the angel While the devil laughed out loud. But nothing asked... 

Before the distant laughter rings hollow in the head A bullet sunk into the flesh And the sixth foot is the easiest. So repent, you sinner! The stillborn will bear our sorrow. 

When in Rome The burning cities fade Lifeless and lost Upon a gaze afar Ablaze at nightfall Burning on forever... 

Words lured innocence The undone left blood in the snow. Out, damned spot, out. 

Into the waiting While nothing goes away There is a rationale to desist Because the two days are too much? Twisted in the misunderstood But there cannot be anything... Cut off the nose to spite the face For only the faults, you derelict. 

A State Plan 14.25 in the head But drawn to the hero or the heroin? Or a little colder stare... 

Such a nightmare In crimson and grey sights Such a loss In the solitude of nights. Led by a dreamscape... She listened to mind's cry 

Brought in all cull And given to rot To wrought for rise and lusts I am owed your serenade. 

There is a monster that hides within you A maggot, a maggot I have see it myself The enstasy going nowhere 

The fragments of glass lay shattered on the floor, Children walk on them so innocently... 

Still you, ghost, are bothered by instinct And whispers and falling icons The failed attempts at a distant second Oft ignored Murder A beating that took its toll... A pound of flesh consumed. 

Once bitten, twice dies A lesson in casting out Splinters in the mind I'm breathing in the asbestos And dreaming in a coffin It must be me... 

It's left to parch...a thirsting man pleads, (As promises of rain disappear) His desiccated skin withers... Your life means nothing to me... 

As wound opens in flesh ...screams for glory... Such spears pierce. The rusted, poisoned shackles Tie wrists to the eyes A barbed wire noose Bound to the soul And proverbial victory spoiled the vanquished. 

Desolate as ever again As a night like another murder For everything, in the darkness sought The driven snow will fall Burying all these lands. 

Once I saw a man crawl, His house built on sand. Pray...don't let the insects in... 

As the words escaped your lips, As a murder embraced your heart, It passed on... Left to question the deaths of the composers, A child wonders of his own fate, But angel and devil remain in dead sleep. 

A prophet saw the fields run red In belief of nightmares and happenstance Crawling from the later The rats come in swarms... Pestilence, seduction, plague and death. 

The maudlin plea of the penitent And the crystal skull persuasion A warning of proverbs and hyperbole Oh, sing the song of attrition! Tripping through the light fantastic The world twisting time Bankrupted by a poisoned chalice. There are days and th...

Dig a shallow grave And the dirt remains under the nails Run for the hills Because the sky is falling The hazy blur of a new vigil. Starfish Prime So in for a penny, in for a pounding. 

For all the suffering She still cries for the lost Gone and gone She only knows the dead. None and none... 

Dead flesh paints such a tortured picture, It bleeds as the others but no one pretty like a corpse. 

But a lie to distinguish the guilt Of affair and murderous hands. 

Once the lost man Drifted further into unknown minds See everything bleed And then the remains in weald. 

The finest cut of the scalpel serves its purpose. The aftertaste of the hemlock matters little. The slowest twist of the knife opens the wound. 

A shroud to cover her miserable dreams, And the wind cries death... 

And when the soul was lost Fell as the forest closed There is no end in sight... 

And so a siren sang to me Come here, haunted And thus, closer still You will have lost your heart The days pass And the screwtape letters read true... 

The dissected presented On a cold, steel table A Kübler-Ross model? Aesthetic lover Already decayed. The devil's workshop makes us a stranger. 

"To tomorrow, to tomorrow, and to tomorrow Creepes in this petty pace from day to day, To the last Syllable of Recorded time: And all our yesterdays, haue lighted Fooles The way to dusty death. Out, out breefe Candle, Life's but a walking Shadow, a poore...

Heart like these desires To surrender to a grasp adored Your beauty deserves my love The pretty ribbons Tied around her neck 

She in mask and wound, Gazes at where the dream lies. (A thorn sleeps in her eye) She stares into the darkness, From behind her cold stone mask. 

There was nothing but failures... Deprived. Bereaved. So she wept... 

wander on this dark path, In a night where a spirit cries, Here it is eternal winter, And I feel so cold... And the spirit drifts away... Here it is eternal winter, And I feel so cold... And the spirit drifts away...