O Wanderer

Thine blood, it boils
The horizon knows you
Eternal companion
O wanderer
I know it to be true
Above the winds
That skirt the World’s roof
You wander with unfaltering step
Upon the road unknown
O wanderer
Thine blood, verily, boils.


Dancer of the Dark

She dances into the onyx of night
Stepping where the light is amiss
A silhouette come to life
It begins with a note
Holding her feet up in the air
The tempo falls upon her
Like divine wroth
Yet she, a Jacob of motion
Given to her own passion
Carries on, this dance
So precise, a clockwork ballet
Spinning endlessly
This reverie
Even Satan envies her
Those steps that court madness
May thread upon the weary soul
Who wants nothing more
Than a taste of the sublime
She dances on for no one
But the night
And all the shadows cast
Hands that trace gossamer skin
Feet that step on God’s lustful face
She breathes the rhythm
‘Till her lungs burst
This broken muse
This forbidden art
Call her forth
The unyielding dark.

Lady Cyanide

Lady Cyanide
Poison delight
Lips that kill
Skin peeling
Cold stare
She’s a fright
Suicide desire
Destructive appetite
Touch the night
Killing softly
Painful sweetness
Razor feelings
Lady Cyanide
Damaged soul
Kindred slave
Between your legs
Burn it up
This fetid lust
Kiss kiss kiss
Tainted love
Rotten yearning
Lonely caress
Lady Cyanide
That filthy lie
Can’t quit
Fire it up
Cinder romance
Lick these ashes
Silence binds
Veiled wish
All is pardoned
One last time.