Veiled in sunwept kisses; sullen, weak; you smiled... You must bid me gone, love
- frailty-wracked you cried... Still upon your deathbed, your hand I held in
mine... Caressed with woe your flaxen hair; felt your last, aspirant sigh ...
Goodbye... No flights of angels bring you to your rest... Travailed in sickness -
in death enrapt and blessed... Now nothing remains of your life, your time has
passed... Your anguish, your demise, your promise of rebirth... Solemn incantation
nor frenzied evocation... Did halt not your soul's apostasy... Lassitude upon me...
This lurid trial awaits me... I live on in wanton futility... And yet in my dreams
now... I arise and follow you... The veil of eternity rends... And you are whole
again... For there is no cancer... Nor lamenting depth of grave... That separates
us anymore... In death... We are One...

Midst waves of mute dejection...crawl upon malicious spines of dull fury...rage
burning in silence sought by my own wretched heart...born from the ruinous passage
of time...the truth of loss hurls its clenched fists at the fragile strands of
abandoned faith...You are the night...come forth in endless rapture...you are the
night...to sheild thy fallen crest...entangled in the scented tresses of their
desireable women...soft graceful eidolons of light -- if only they were more than
fleeting ghosts...apparitions faded by time and dust...stirring in dark fields of
rememberance where tristful scenes of long departed loves are endlessly
portrayed...one must seize each memory with careful hands kept hidden...and like
rare, exotic flowers beheld by none...clutch them tightly to thy disconsolate heart
and remember each one...for this pain shall soon pass...the soulblight's slow
destruction of what is most precious...of what we hold closest to our impassioned
souls...like the vacant sigh of a thousand dying dreams...you are the night...a
tapestry of light...a nihility of shifting emotions...coalesce into patterned,
empty tears...you depart (from me) and I feel nothing.

A deep and dreamless sleep unite... This Fragile heart and sacrifice... To cut the
throat in praise of sin... A bastard lie begets the end... There is no life but
that death allows... There is no will above the gnawing, writhing worms... It takes
us all both young and old... A wall of voices seething cold... Shapeless forms
scurry amongst shadows entwined... Bearers of anguish exist within this desolate
heart... Breathing within its walls, I hear them faintly moaning... A choir of all
faith departed....infernally droning... The language of the dead, the ones whom the
light has forsaken... Abandoned in tenebrous dream, never to awaken... A fleeting
glimpse of hell, before I drown below... In darkest waves of ebony, death is all I
know...

Obscured in shadow and ash, beneath November's sunless skies... There you
stood...pale flesh trembling in the chill of autumn's last days... Alive with
grief, for sorrow never rests in the wake of death... The windswept branches
painted your face in a thousand dancing silhouettes... So many regrets...summoned
with a single tear... So lovely, yet so alone...adrift in a sea of dying flowers...
Caress the cold marble, lost in solemn reverie... Remembering the brighter days,
forever out of reach... The setting sun sheds little warmth upon your grieving
heart ...Darkness falling, swift and silent...a cold and bitter rain ...Flee from
all this misery, away from death's domain ...Life is yours, oh weary mourner; until
your soul departs !

As the razor strokes the flesh upon my wrist -- the blood of a martyr trickles
down...painting scarlet patterns on sanguine fingertips...this is thy blessing
which rests upon thy lips...lucerna pedibus meis...in aeternam...nunquam recordare
inveritas...the suffocating silence of the end...forever...tristesses...My days
pass away like a shadow...As my lifeblood pools and seeps beneath the lychgate...so
does your love fill my coffin...and lust unminding slowly drives each nail...so
cease thy curses across my breathless lips...Lucerna pedibus meis
...lacrimosa...nunquam recordare inveritas...The suffocating silence of the
end...forever weeping...even the heavens cry...as I descend.