Monster’s
She beats endless, as an undead thing does
Pieces sewn together, barely does she work
But works she nonetheless, as an undead thing does
Composition
Strings once, found me fond
I played them for a season
Suddenly they turned, Bled steel into my touch
Yelled, Halt! ’tis not to be completed
Equidistant
We walk hand in hand and yours decide to venture
from my palm to my wrist, as if that’s a subtle gesture
Heathen’s Howl
Isn’t that smile compassionate? They ask me
Isn’t that face so kind?
A smirk is all my eyes sees
My brain shorts and fries
Crossroads
I said something, quite cruel
I’ve made you hang up the phone
Notice, I make you often now
When you went deaf, I was undone
Rescue
I answered my queen’s call
When I happened upon a hell
I cried for help and she came
Only a little too late
Nadir
A hooded figure, an unforgiving stare
Ascends from abyss
An ivory staff caves the ground
A raven stallion neighs
Ache
Zigzag worms, of torment
Rowing at a leisurely pace
To and from two walls of my skull
Imprinting agonizing trails
Beauty of All Things Grey
Once I walked through a great grey forest
Beauty to which was no peer
Never have I seen such grandeur such shade
Haunted with promise and fear