Wanna Be A Martyr
His teeth are furred
And cleanse with hands to hunt and hold
The sun divides
Imagined leaves
A shelter while I sleep
There are many years
To cloud my mind
But no burden
It's heavy like a tipping load
Early day
On a bloodied patch
Only noise and brick surround
Tradition sinks
In the soil here
As a rock is swallowed in the mud
The polluted skin
Of my brittle earth
It keeps the bleeding at bay
This syrup sweet and thick to exchange me
My spirit has rearranged
Crippled, dampened, lame
As it goes
The Spirit of an Ancient Past
The wolves howled at the moon
That chilly autumn night
And cold winds whispered through
The scattered leaves
When the first light from
A late, yet crimson dawn,
Shone through the morning mist...
She was dead... and so reborn.
Caught in a web of silver beams
Thrown from an ocean of stars
A sea that from now, always
Shall haunt her existence
She exists only in darkness
She feeds from the vein of
An innocent child
Yet she is strong
Unbound by the chains of
Mortality
Sometimes under
The ocean of stars
She gazes at the black horizon
Wistful thoughts of death
She wishes for sleep
She has no quest
Just an eternal lust for blood
Always walk alone - eternally!
She is the eye of the raven
She is the ear of the wolf
She is mockery itself
Of the holy trinity
She is the pleasure conceived
>From your pain
The Empress of nocturnals
Thou shalt fear
And thou shalt serve
And thou shalt... die
In her embracing kiss of death