In the moments before she falls into the stream...
Doubt assails her conscience, sorrow wracks her being...
Letting go, she drowns...
Her arms drift cruciform on the onyx tapestry...
In the twilight mist rises from the surface...
I reach into the water to touch her pale visag

The body, a painting in abstract.
Contorted hues, framed by steel and tubes.
Reflection of youth and beauty.
Smashed, splintered, nothing.
Fragments, as words - meaningless.
Remnants of flesh - pallid, forlorn.
An object in this gallery.
Of living corpses and surrogat

If your embrace were a chrysalis.
I would weather callous frosts - or die inside.
A madrigal, slow-breathing.
Your pale shoulders and flow of hair.
Solitude, what have you done?
My lifeless fingers trace the surface.
For these lines exist in lithic memory.
In colonnad

Veiled in sunwept kisses; sullen, weak; you smiled... "You must bid me gone, love"
- frailty-wracked you cried... Still upon your deathbed, your hand I held in
mine... Caressed with woe your flaxen hair; felt your last, aspirant sigh ...
Goodbye... No flights of angels bring you to y

As the razor strokes the flesh upon my wrist -- the blood of a "martyr" trickles
down...painting scarlet patterns on sanguine fingertips...this is thy blessing
which rests upon thy lips...lucerna pedibus meis...in aeternam...nunquam recordare
inveritas...the suffocating silence of th

Scourged with whips, and thorn-crowned.
Bear your cross on the way of sorrows.
On these narrow streets your people leer and spit.
"Rome condemns you, Her gods condemn you!"
Stripped naked and bound with rope and iron.
Christendom dies with you on this hill in Judea.
And i

In your eyes are raging seas...
You won't see my misery...
How could one so merciful rend my soul to save it?...
Seduce me and then turn away...
Hold my hand and clutch my throat...
You have always been the one to break my fall and kill me...
And in the silence I awaken..

Misericordiam... I sing of misery...
I embrace the end...
The willows bend... the cistern fills with tears...
Celestine is thy bed of death...
My sorrow is abject...
Through shrouds of linen I bewail...
Thy passing...
In my heart the tempest rages silent...
There

O quam tristis et afflicta...
In my mind there is just one word...
A litany of sins and hatred...
I must die this time...
Contristantem et dolentem...
In flux the patterns shift and repose...
Arabesques of abyssal darkness...
The tender recompense of dreams...
I s

Consecrate the ceremony.
Or bear the oblation.
See you this maiden whore.
With whom you wish to copulate.
You see her beauty - I see the skull beneath the skin.
I smell the fragrant dusk of graves and the yellowed linen.
"Calamity of fate!" - the portents cry.
She lon

Falling, sightless, the final hours have passed.
The soul becomes flightless.
The silence of the grave, the evensong.
Bereft of form and void.
Deadlights dance in the séance obscure.
And the damned lick the black tendrils of hastur.
Conjoined amidst the circles nine.

"Breathless night,
cloak me in your shadows
and silence"

Midst waves of mute dejection...crawl upon malicious spines of dull fury...rage
burning in silence sought by my own wretched heart...born from the ruinous passage
of time...the truth of loss hurls its clenched fists at the fragile strands of
abandoned faith...You are the night...come

Obscured in shadow and ash, beneath November's sunless skies... There you
stood...pale flesh trembling in the chill of autumn's last days... Alive with
grief, for sorrow never rests in the wake of death... The windswept branches
painted your face in a thousand dancing silhouettes...

Rise.
You promised life unending yet emptiness remains.
Fleeting traces of sheol.
Sutures bind the eyes and seal the mouth.
And the trocar's incision disembowels.
Around me they lay their hands in prayer.
Through me, they touch eternity.
Death is my religion.
As L

A deep and dreamless sleep unite... This Fragile heart and sacrifice... To cut the
throat in praise of sin... A bastard lie begets the end... There is no life but
that death allows... There is no will above the gnawing, writhing worms... It takes
us all both young and old... A wall o

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