She waits for him...her lover of shadow
Across space and time her heart left agape
Memories of fruitful times past...of love's lost grace
She bears the marks left from sorrow
Gone are the days of innocence and faith
Her downfall was lust...her own indulgence

Darkness is what's embedded into my heart,quickening my chances of staying hopelessly lost in the abyss that is my own image...staring back at me through the looking glass of life.Am I an abomination of desire?...A misfit of love?
Born alone as to live alone that is what makes me what I am.My Stygian heart cannot beat any more fierce than it already has...and now my blackened soul is left to roam alone.Alone in this life sucking world...this draining mess of take what you want and to hell with anyone else.
My heart is my own,at least until that to is taken from me...What can I be if my mind is in shambles,my heart is torn,my soul lost,and my will broken.
A being of total and explicit nothingness...Death is my name and torment my bride........................................

My mind screams in ever tormenting madness.
My heart bleeds from open wounds.
My soul slips back into the abyss that is itself.
I stand alone in this world,forever alone...No queen...no accomplice...no one... nothing.It is better this way,for I am the spirit of destruction the soul of death.
I glide in the night on my black wings,spreading chaos on their feathered tips,giving suffering with every breath,releasing my own desperation upon this world.Destruction is my goal...death my reign.Can you feel me inside of you?Slithering...teasingly inside of your soul...release me...release me into this world ,for I am what you always desired to be and always strive to assimilate.

Abolished is the light which binds our hearts...
Bringing The Deep into focus.
Demolished is the purity of the soul...
The Deep eclipsing the luminescent tears poured forth.
Ravaged are the securities of truth...
Blinded by the sweet words of The Deep.
Nullified are the messages of love...
The Deep deceiving with hate.
Eradicated are the offerings of pity...
Swallowed in the Stygian night of The Deep.
Annihilated is the memories of joy...
Choked out by the dark clouds of The Deep.
The Deep lurks within us all patiently waiting for us to drop our fa sage and let out our true image of character.

Have you ever felt as though you were insignificant?That Whatever you do or however hard you try that it means nothing...Well I have stared in the face of destruction and came out with respect for it.As I battled the flames they continued to spread their destructive touch all around me.In the matter of a few minutes the fire was out of my control.The brilliant colors of reds,oranges,and yellows began to grow with an alarmingly speed.The flames stretched out their tongues to taste the grass' flesh.The wind feeding it with it's intensity...I dug and scraped the earth trying to make some break in it's path, to no avail, the fire just could not be contained by merely one person.I jumped into it's midst to pull it back into its own self...The flames licking about my body.Sweat pouring off of me I struggled to keep it from spreading towards my kindred...Trying desperately to ward them from it's destructive path.I looked up from my own struggles to see the blackened earth all about me...To see the flames working their way up the hillside toward the wooded areas...I worked my way up and down the line of the fire, keeping it away from the homes in it's path.I wanted desperately to give up...Just to pass out and let the flames consume me,but that thought was replaced by the safety of my children,my nephew,and the kids that lived next to my brother's home.Each time that I would think of them it gave me a burst of fresh energy...My protective nature winning out against my despair.I struggled for an hour with this growing inferno before help arrived.I did have help from a neighbor for about ten minutes,until he said that he needed another cedar branch and disappeared never to return.The fucking Forestry department people just watched and took pictures of me battling the chaos.When the Fire Department showed up they too watched me for about ten minutes before they decided to help.When I realized that for the past few minutes I was working with only a scorched tree limb trying with all my might to quench the fire,I decided to let the 'trained' so called professionals handle it from there on out.I got to the bottom of the hillside and over the barbed wire fence before my body gave out and I collapsed in a fit of coughing and vomiting...My lungs scorched and sore...my hands and face burnt from the shear temperature of the flames.
Now it's time for healing....the healing of mind,body,and earth.Respect nature my friends for it can destroy just as easily as nurture.

I embrace my Stygian enchantress upon my chest,accepting the comfort that she delivers onto me.She looks upon me with her translucent eyes as I caress her porcelain flesh.Our souls entwined within their own fraternity of blissful ecstasy,I return her glare.Fire burning behind my eyes,as the inner passion gathers strength.She reaches out brushing my cheek with her delicate fingertips,sending electricity throughout my being.I gasp softly,for she has awakened my deadened heart...giving life where there was void...Giving hope where there was nothing but despair.This enchantress...My enchantress...Offers me things that are only told in stories,only heard of in bedside tales.I raise my hand to alight upon her rose colored lips,tempting them with my touch.
Wanting to experience her taste upon my own lips,but not wanting this moment to go in haste.I grit my teeth in anticipation of things to come.My hands flow down her body exploring every inch of her lovingly...adoringly.Her lips part...her tongue beckons onto me...my mouth waters with hunger for more.I bend my head toward her,while staring into her eyes...as our lips touch...................My eyes open and I am once again alone in my own sorrow.

I dance my dance of flesh in the shimmering moonlight.
The clouds unleashing their nocturnal tears down upon my face.
Do they shed for reasons that are akin to ours?
Can they feel the pain of a wounded heart?
Can they experience the regrets that fills a soul?
Is it possible for them to be brought down into the darkness of sorrow?
My mind reels as I ask myself these questions.
I pick up my pace to match the drumbeat of my heart.
Around spiraling I go across the dew soaked meadows.
My company is the black clouds with their chilling cries.
I incorporate their torment as that of my own.
I see the fears behind mine own eyes.
Taste the blood that has been shed by and for me.
Hear the tortured cries that glide by my ears.
Smell the burning of flesh and wood that accompanied my kin.
Feel the oblivion rising before me...desperately trying to coax me into their black arms.

I tread my path upon bloodied feet...
Left to myself I am forever alone...
A forgotten shadow I am just a memory...
Blind from grief deaf from lies...
I tread my path upon bloodied feet...
Once I soared on wings of night...
Now there is only stumps where once was pride...
Dark is my heart dead is my soul...
I tread my path upon bloodied feet...
Sorrows line my mind's fragile walls...
Death is now my life's only goal...
Quick becomes the pulses rage...
I tread my path upon bloodied feet...
Alone is my heart's true desire...
Love only breeds dismal hate...
With black abyss my soul pleads...
I tread my path upon bloodied feet...
Torn and gnashed my spirit drowns...
The Stygian sea of misery fills my lungs...
Blackness comforts me and is my company...
No longer do I tread upon bloodied feet...

Blessed are the ignorant...Blessed are those who cannot see the oblivion,those who are blind in darkness.To peer into the soul is my curse.
I see the spiritual cancer in every human being,their true faces blurred by what they want me to perceive.Yet,I can still look upon their horrid faces...Ivory horns,spiked tails,double-edged tongues...
The politeness in their words...May I,thank you,god bless...what they truly say are I will if I want to,fuck you if it benefits me,and to hell with you.
The truth being they are slime covered and misshapen with bulging eyes that constantly try to peer into your secrets and past regrets,oversized ears prying into your own business,bulbous noses always stuck in whatever you do or say,Their mouths wide...spilling out half-truths and deceit at every opportune moment.I see demons in everyone and all about me...can you see them too?