Song for a Desolation Angel

I know you’ve probably heard

it all before; All those words that are

used to win you over, but

I’ve got a few up my



Hell you’re cute, there ain’t no doubt that

you’re cool and grey, like a fine Autumn day;

A sweet, sweet angel

that haunts my dreams

and makes me smile


You’ve got spirit,

emotion, a raging heart

loving all who try

to steal a little piece of



I’m a jealous bastard,

but even I’ve got to admit

that’s pretty damn amazing

and you love who you love,

no point avoiding it


Emotion’s a bitch, that’s

for sure and I know

that it’s hurting you more


So don’t cry, my

soft desolation angel;

With your hair dark red and

the sweetest pouting lips

because I don’t mind


You think you’re bad,

but you’re not as bad as me, the

monster serenading you and your hand,

and even if you were, I don’t give a damn


We’re just as bad as

each other

and can dance until the

days pass us by


Until eternity strolls on by


But at least we could

laugh, and fuck, and relax


If only for a minute


Because you’re the sweetest

angel to cross my path,

leaving desolation in this

poor young heart

but it doesn’t change a thing


I’ll still be there

my desolation angel,

to dance all those

lonely, longing

nights away


The Fall of Love and Life (A Poem)

The emotions rage,

a dying cacophony abounding

inside this ever decaying sack of

flesh and bone


More than emotions


A gradual cycle built on

loss, lust, and life


Built on the essence of us


There was a day once,

in a city, in a park

where the sun and clouds watched

where new love sprang

and life was felt


Hearts racing, beating fast;

Hands moving over the soft, cool skin


feeling the cusp of her neck;

(so soft and sweet

wanting to taste it)


running through her hair;

(like a red field

parting it, playing it)


Lips meeting;

(the softness of a kiss,

a building lust for something more)


As two clung together

pulling each other close

trying to hold back the dark

if only for a moment


But then it is gone,

so soon is it dead

Because love never lasts

Because it is fleeting

Because emotions come along

and steal a heart,

whisking it away


Fuck love, and its grotesque

mockery of all things

good and ungood

in the rich, seething matrimony

of the lonely heart


Fuck people, and their

prettiness, and wholesomeness

their love, either real or simply an

act of grand design, more than I or he or they

could love

Like sinners wearing the skins of saints

because it is dictated


Perhaps, as a voice, this speaker is

bitter, and hurt, and lost,

because they still love

and it hurts

it hurts


They need to let go, but

they still love with all their heart

and that is what will destroy them


The heart is hollow, but people

make it whole and make it all worth

the agony

of life

and living