Serenity
Hold Me...
His hands: cold, firm, rough--I can't breath.
His teeth: sharp, white, rigid--I'm bleeding...
Don't run now, lovely dear
And please don't go to hide...
My hatred grows.
And no one knows...
Warily walking through the woods,
fearing the highwaymen of Hell...
A silent scream
a deadly hollow...
I see demonic shadows,
floating in the darkness...
February 7 2004
Sometimes when I listen close...
She says I'm breathing far too deep,
Says she's got a splitting headache...
O' Goddess of Jealousy,
must thee so heartily bequeath...
Her corset laced, her thoughts unhinged,
Her dreams were whisked up in the wind...
I cut my sorrow open
and let the black glass...