Walk now in these barren lands stripped bare by ferocious storms the decrepit echo of arid voices tearing strips of flesh from the bone and I am empty, just bones and mortar my body, the remaining art of your touch, starved of life, starved of light death by torture life in the silent hues of hate.
The vast emptiness of a muddled mind fractured beyond the splintered remnants of the devil kiss… …where now are the fireflies that once had enlightened my soul to celestial skies? For all about me lays the vast wastelands of the underworld, the river Styx whispers to me at nights promise as slumber pulls me under, I am fallen, the broken remains of belief swimming now in Stygian darkness drowning my sins in lust suffocating my love in desire saving myself from the mundane wishes of the blind.
I hear the howling winds they drag me from my slumber, Trees screaming, leaves pleading, debris flying, Rain falling, heavy, denting, slamming on windowpane, Where now is Selene among this raging storm, I search for calm and find only the descent of crimson mist, I search for light… But the soul craves darkness Which has long arrived, I search for hope but Pandora was left astray, unlocked… I hear the startling call of objects dragged through the storms mouth, teeth bared, blood dripping, I hear the emptiness of atoms the raging storms of nature the familiarity of night sat alone, as insomnia Kisses away the shadows that haunt.
It weaves across my skin
leaving a trail of goosebumps
runs its fingers through my hair
and dives deep within my dreams
Tugging at me, a low buzz pulling
at me, a cold vibration caressing me,
trapping me between worlds
slumber a hopeless dream in the
corner room, with its magnificent
essence of beauty by day… And
its unseen shadows at night.
I wonder are you the incubus
sent to deliver me into hell,
Or is it I that is the succubus,
am I the angel that fell.
I wonder who leads who to the gates of the abyss,
and will our shining lights be enough,
that the depths of despair we will miss.
I wonder do the angels deliver me these signs,
everywhere I look,
you are centred in my mind or is Satan working overtime.
I wonder am I the succubus that leads your soul astray,
or perhaps you are the incubus,
and I am simply your prey.