Another Ending

Loquere non mortuorum

Ipsi audiam vos

 

I – Fire

Let us call this

thought;

Let us call it fire.

Eternal

Blazing

The First Gift

 

Rage like no other,

a gift stolen from

the Gods

 

The mistake

Prometheus made

 

Sanctuary and ceremony

The destroyer of worlds

 

Red

red with anger

red with jealousy

 

Because jealousy

isn’t green,

downing and toxic

in its indolence

 

It’s red

The pumping of blood

The colour of blood

 

The world runs red,

the colour of jealousy

 

II – Emotion

Bleed

The heart does

bleed

 

Twist

The knife digs

deeper with a

twist

 

Lies

built upon a

throne, a

cascade of

lies

 

Hate

simple

pure

 

Undying

 

III – Temperance

This is not summer.

Where is the sun?

Where is the heat?

 

The cold digs deeper

burrowing in, leaving holes

for the worms to get in

 

But they’re already

there, eating me whole

 

I want to scream

Let me scream

I need to scream

 

Over such a petty thing

Why am I so soft?

Why am I weak?

Why do I play with fire

when I only ever get burnt?

 

(Do you want to play with fire?

Do you want to dance with me?

I am the fire.

I am your hate.

I am your fear.

I am the voice in your ear.

I am everything you can hope to be.

The worst of everything.

We are the fire.

You are the fire.

Come,

walk with me)

 

IV – Wrath

Come, walk with

Me, through the

Halls I have built

In my mind

 

Know my dark side,

Know my true face

My terrible face

The face all the angels

In heaven fear

 

When emotion consumes me

When it takes me over

I become everything

 

I am hate.

I am wrath.

I am sorrow.

I am delight.

 

I am everything.

 

I am nothing.

 

So walk with me

Young fool,

And know my terrible face

 

V – The Liar

Liar

Liar

Liar

 

You.

You who only

Felt pity for me

 

You who lied

To my face

 

Who left me

A broken cadaver on

The roadside

 

A feast for the

crows

 

I never wanted your pity

I never wanted your approval

 

I only wanted your love

Only wanted to be your friend

Young liar

 

Tantum possum

sperare cor vestrum facit conlidam

 

VI – The Hangman

Behind the lies

Behind the emotion,

The rage,

The jealousy,

The hate

 

Behind the cold

Dead eyes I wear

Whilst my soul burns

In a grand inferno

 

There lay a final feeling

A final thought

 

A thought of nothing at all

A Mistake Made

There’s a hole

right in my chest

where emotion stood

 

A little house, on a

wide frozen sea

 

If I was as good a

friend as you said, if

I really meant that much to you

then why didn’t you say?

 

Why did I have to dig and

dig, knowing something was

wrong to find out it was

all wrong and

to drag out an explanation

 

I knew you couldn’t love me,

because love scares you

and I’m a fucking freak

 

I knew that would always be true

 

(have you seen him,

drawn, pale, shaped

like living death?)

 

You can’t return those

feelings, though I never

wanted those feelings

back

 

You didn’t want a

relationship; yet you never

asked what I wanted

 

You never asked if

we could just be friends

 

This drawing, clawing

anger

like some

slow

kind

of

madness

pulling me

down

and down

and down

(so

far

d

o

w

n)

 

I want to burn in this madness

 

I want to shine like the morning star

 

I want to scream

I want to hate you

and remove you

piece by piece,

so that it all

never happened

 

I want to burn it down

and forget your face

 

But I can’t

I can’t

 

I don’t think I could

live with that choice

 

But I can’t stand it

understand

recreate

 

They say time heals

all wounds

but it makes the

loneliness show

instead

 

I guess I really fucked up this time

Loneliness

Sometimes it hurts,

being all alone

and just wanting to

feel something

anything

 

The lonely heart

bleeds across the precipice,

wanting you,

needing you,

but you won’t listen

 

You don’t want to,

Just can’t bring yourself to

listen

and admit you’re lonely

because it hurts

 

I know that hurt.

 

(The hurt you cannot

feel or notice,

because I am nothing

to you)

 

Maybe though, someday,

we could be

lonely together

 

The Night

Night time,

City sleeping

Cool air, clouds drifting, where

The crisp white devil casts its

luminous eye on the scene

 

But night isn’t your time

with your drunken forays

through dead end streets

 

Where you all fuck each other

senseless, hoping to feel something,

anything, to make the dullness

less sharp

 

It’s our time

 

We roam the nights,

we work our hands,

we make the miracles

and the things of which

you dream

 

For what hope would you,

trapped in your daily hells

and mundane lives have, if you

could not dream

 

Dream of the heavens we build.

 

There are no kings.

They are dead.

Long live the kings.

 

There is no god.

He is dead.

Long live god.

 

There are no men.

Man is dead.

 

There are only us.

We rule the night.

The darkness shrouds

us, and holds us like

its lost, guarded children.

 

For there is only the night.

And we define it.

This One Goes Out To…

You. Yes, this one

is for you my friend,

you who stole my heart

 

I love you, for showing me

light, hope, and care

 

But I hate you, and the way

you left me here

 

You lied, and made it all peachy

you went and fucked another guy,

and fell for that green boy instead

 

Every time you long for him,

it hurts, ‘cause I can love you better.

He is there, ignoring you, having used you up

just for an occasional lay. Nothing more.

Yet I’m here, hoping you

will see me again;

 

Wanting to taste your lips again

Wanting to know your skin again

 

I want to hold you again.

 

You left me,

a cadaver for the crows

to peck at and eat out,

leaving me in the

tense void of calamity’s trigger,

to slowly be consumed by hate

 

Do you even give a fuck?

Do you give a damn?

I should give up,

because you will never want me

again

Just Another

Harmony cracked; The vile cascade on the dead

Hollywood mission, where the streets

fester with swollen hoop dreams,

given life, and bred from

tyranny and mutation

 

All hail the Virgin King, he

who strolls through the desolation made

terror, smashing the brilliant

hand of Love Supreme

 

Taking in stride his obsession,

The Queen of Bones, whose

grip holds him fast

 

But perhaps this is

just another lie, perhaps

 

Death roams these halls.