At my black heart’s procession, a black echo of divinity
sings a melody that paints my life black (don’t lose me now,  don’t lose me now)
Not nearly a blackguard impression, this black sensuality
hands with nails painted black, run over a black blemish upon pale skin

Sweetly monumental, the taste of your lips
scented of pressed flowers and a peach to touch
Wither with me now, as i wallow in past faiths (long broken)
No more of black censure, now measured in gold.

Forgetting authority and industry, i beg with earnest for things not to change so
dramatically
Where pleas are left to the cadence
of whims. Most sullen at best.
In suspension whence i was once first, whither i know not. – now third i stand, forever in postponement
it does not sit well, it suits me not. – This misadventure.

Perhaps it is time to collect my coat, for it is cold outside, &
gelidity is no longer my element.
Of confessional poetry now idiosyncratic;
disarming, & gallant (all forthwith)
I wish you knew. you would never comprehend. How beautiful – wonderful, achingly so;

My soul is a sight.

Driven to ruin, why would i still let you hold the reins? To sooner forget then to forgive.
Dreadful, dreadful.

With much regret, I have let you become more than you have ever been to me.

Fulminant desires to experience your presence before me, within and without. Revenant retentions that will not cease.
Plague me, plague.

Ever onward with my head turned, looking back.
Where are you?

Gone, gone.

All the way into my troubled mind
everything lies dead, frozen in time.
Nevertheless I continue to live
eat, sleep, dream and breathe.

My true reality begins when I dream
contradicting, chaotic; ridiculous it may seem.
Owning five senses, I still lack the last.
The sense of belonging, it is a must.

I can no longer trust my eyes as they warp sight
bend, deform and manipulate the light.
My decrepit human ears cannot really hear,
the screams from my mind, my crowning fear.

My sense of touch, faulted by prolonged utilization
I am unable to use it to feel any human emotion.
And what is wrong with my sense of smell?
The foulness behind that smile, I cannot tell.

Finally coming down to my worthless sense of taste
there is no use for that in this vapid place.
With no sense of belonging, I continue to wander
Everything i am and everything i was, torn asunder.

When the time comes you will see
The darkness that’s befallen you, the tragedy
But for now, you’re stuck in your world of melancholy

The blistering storm has passed, but you still weep
Over frail fingers and a cracked lower lip
Over raw eyes and a shattered heart
Tears hit the ground, you know you’re falling apart

But you never thought this would happen to you
This wistful feeling that you are going through
It entraps and entangles you in it’s virulent cycle
Tying you down with an intangible manacle

And all you’ll have, is your transgression
A feeling of obscure aggravation
This is the emotion, known as depression.

To see, as in to fancy. To imagine, as in to dine al fresco by the moonlit river; savouring the most elegant of delights from each other’s forks. To feel, as in to recognize the lilliputian patterns of your behaviour whilst jointly bedridden by the cardiopathy that is love. To give, as in to subject myself to martyrdom. To take, as in to erase letters from your name, fashioning a sobriquet.

To love you. A chef-d’oeuvre.

All his kith and kin
watched in silent despite.
As he paid for his sin
strapped down tight.

The surge, the power
it was his final hour.

Callous fingers pointed in his direction
violent charges and malignant smiles.
He was the villian of their perfection
incensed shouts and prejudiced trials.

The surge, the power
it was his final hour.

Eyes averted, knees grounded
i hope you come to regret.
Actions bounded, conviction unfounded
i hope you never forget.

The surge, the power
it was his final hour.

Scapegoat, whipping boy
we will have none of that!
Helpless victim of a vicious ploy
we will have none of that!

Dreaded journey down the aisle
evident innocence, “i want to smile”
“i dont care” said the nonchalant hostile.

All his kith and kin
watched in silent despite.
As he paid for his sin
strapped down tight.

The surge, the power
This was his finest hour.

And he smiled.

Drenched with sorrow
Dreading the dawn of tomorrow
Enter the palace of enmity
Cut your feet on broken shards of serenity

Bleed your pain,
cry in vain.
Tears deplete,
hatred complete.

Crawl through the suffocating sheets of morbidity
Coming into the clear of blanketed mendacity
The invention of joy still far from where i stand
Trust easily shattered by the traitor’s hand

Time still in motion,
love found after devotion.
Lost and not found,
hurt in the rebound.

Following the path of past forgotten
Falling through the spiral of lives rotten
Under the bridge of glory arcane
Walk along the river of mundane bane

Live for the day,
die in dismay.
See the light,
uncover the plight.

Walk down the staircase in a hurry
to escape this bedevilling worry
Enter a room familiar to my mind
this place, to my heart, it was unkind

Ignorance consumes,
the insecure assumes.
Victim of self-destruction,
the human seduction.

And then i see you, standing next to me
your face in precarious placidity
Your lips open gently, as echoes resound
the words that are spoken… are very profound…

You said “i love you”…
and it was at that moment
that i knew.
That this was just a dream
that i was going through.

In transit we feel alone amongst many
freedom of thought like never before
In transit our beings remain stationary
over traffic and distances we soar

I look to the sky for inspiration
hoping it doesnt stare blankly back
Magnificent colours, immaculate creation
making me feel as if i’m on the right track

The black hollow quickly consumes
furious howls and vacant faces
accompany me through the dark
Extrinsic shadows glissad beyond the glass
igniting wild fire thoughts of memories gone and past

In  transit we feel alone amongst many
freedom of thought like never before
In transit our beings remain stationary
wishing to be solitary nevermore