As I walk the unholy path,
Let me become death.
For only in death can all things be pure.
Let my heart cease to beat,
That maddening rhythm of emotion
That pierces into my very soul
Let my teeth become fangs
Serrated like a shark,
Let them constantly cut into my flesh
Painting themselves with my blood
Covering the smile that shall never be seen again
Let my eyes become white and colorless
For there is no window into an inexistent soul
Let my hands grow callous and my nails sharp
For there is no kindness left
No soft touch
Only violence
Only death.

Beauty in the Predator

She his one weakness
transcending primal sexual urges
for her tenderness
his swift ecstasy ... endurance splurges

beautiful predator emerges
to return in kindness
her delicacies within lust submerges

In kidnapping her his princess
inwardly lit wrought fiery torches
of Hades self-isolating darkness

For her gifted innocence
the catch of the day her knight forges
wider perspective beauty's canvas
as nether world's mistress






072407

Haunting

Let me stumble over the memories
Stop! ...their 'coming mist hydrating my grief-
Haunt me with dissatisfaction's cruelties
not bland tranquility's … passion's dead, thief-

Clear not widow's webbed... woven silken lace
burns me this sunlight wrongly in its place-

Bequeath me... an Amadeus' composure
am groundless without madness' enclosure-

Buried glee, alive …. in grief's time capsule.
Peacefulness’s … black-boxed, urn healed, sane cruel!






072007

Blood drips from my fingertips
There are bodies everywhere
Blood drips from my fingertips
The stench of carnage in the air

Blood pools beneath my feet
A single drop for every life
Blood pools beneath my feet
Countless cries end tonight

Blood seeps into the ground
Souls are reaped from their flesh
Blood seeps into the ground
Corpses entangled into a mesh

Blood feeds a single seed
Seed grows into a tree
Flowers blossom from the branches
We, the flowers of the tree of death

Im alone with you
and you're afraid of me
Tightly close your eyes
and pray you just can't see
Blow out the candle save the light
And let me inside

I've got this evil feeling
It's overwhelming me
To build these devices
That cause your agony

I’ve lost touch with my thoughts;
twisting my life pulls
Pushing me farther away
Locked in I can’t get out;
free to run about
Tell me, is it time to let my feelings go?

If you see me in the shadow, whispering your name
Would you hear my words without going insane?
I want to be the one for you
Want you to be the one for me
I need to see inside your mind
Want you to see inside of me

I am the only thing that is real
strange but I am your cure
I make everything so surreal
My temptations are assuring enough
That you are well enough to feel
my every emotions

Distracting filaments of life
Seize obsequious delights,
Growing the primal instinct
Of subservient twilights,
Where crimson ecstasy
Is bought, as long as I control,
The swaying of the pendulum
And sway it, too my soul.

Now forlorn grounds of subterfuge
Impinge upon the night,
Strengthened clans imbued, refuse
To lay down in the fight,
Capitulate, throw up their hands
Concede the fight is done
Stand upon this hollowed land
And siphon everyone.

Since this avenue is known
I welcome everyone,
Incorporeally I moan
“I’m THE unrisen One.”
Join my clan, obliterate
Let’s tally up what’s left,
I’m patriotic and I hate
This life that I infect.
28/02/09 ADO

How am I suppose to see
Through shadows thick as night?
No one can hear this plea
Hopefully someone might
I thrash and fight and scream
Try to make myself well
What does any of this mean?
A life as horrible as hell
Some how everyone’s working
Struggling not to drown
But something dark is lurking
Waiting to pull us down.

There she is
The only one for me

Her hair as black as coal
Her eyes as bright as ice

Until I met her
So alone was I
With no one who understood

That moment I knew
She was the only one for me
I knew from that moment on
that I had to make her mine.

"Amaya" I say
She turns towards me
Her coal black hair
Swaying in the breeze

Her ice blue eyes
Flashing at me dangerously
"What Jace?"
Her voice full of annoyance

I smile softly
"Nothing" I reply
Her eyes flash at me again
"Quit bugging me Jace!"

She turns and walks away
Still in an angry mood
Yelling "Why don't you just leave me alone!"

I watch as she goes
The smile never leaving my face
I know I should be worried
About her never returning my feelings

But I'm not worried at all

After all I've got all eternity to make her mine

Angelique and I are now finished with our love making...
Angelique replies to the question I Shard posed at how long we can go on like this?
"I can no longer take blood to sustain life. I have grown careless because I hardly care any more. Except for our love I could not endure. But I cannot drink another drop of blood!

There is an old fashioned container of holy water in a basin near by and I remove the metal liner that is shaped like a chalice.

Shard (she reminds me) that legend says to drink holy water is to insure our death!...

But Shard we have endured so long!
Except for our love there is no reason we both agree...

I reply "Do you think God might forgive the likes of us...?...Mere monsters surely we are to a God!"

Angelique bows her head looks into my eyes and we both drink the holy water till it is finished...

We sit quietly waiting to perish yet we live...

The sun will rise in a few hours and we decide to wait for we can no longer run and hide...

We can never hide from ourselves!

Angelique is peering in my window stories
above the city below... She often comes
to wisk me away from my mundane mad dreams.

Tonight her hair is loose and blows dark like a raven's wings around her face....

She wishes me to pillage the city draining the necks below...

She grows more careless each night leaving our victims closer ti death...

So far we haven't been caught and our victims are afraid to come forward for fear of being thought insane.

Tonight I join her but have no thirst and convince her to make love and we enter a Cathedral through the bell tower and find a nice place in the loft.

Her eyes catch the light of the stained glass window they keep lit in the evening and her skin glows like a saint..."I think what is God thinking if He is watching?"...

"Why are we what we are she asks?"...between our sighs...I answer her question with another..."How long can we go on being like we are???"

Yes how long can anyone be before they need to change???

Then I think If there is a God watching He must be smiling because He is God!