The Shroud of the Shade

The darkness, the shroud That move through the house Through pain, through grace In the haunt of every face It moves through so gently so smooth It come as a breeze An ice of chilling ease Alone in the dark Lonely at night A small person, In a world of such careless might The dark, the shroud It touches, it’s cold It raps you in it’s Reviling folds The dank stench of your life Of all your flesh , Of all of your strife It comes to you quiet It comes with the dark Eternally silent It moves with ease It strikes with out mercy I stabs at the heart It smites with a hammer Of knowledge not taught In the dark, forlorn resolution Of the shade’s icey solution All that which matters is more than just clear What you need, and what you fear What is true to you, and dead Is all that matter When you are touched by he shroud

The Haunt of a Face

You haunt me, I see your face, In every glance I hear your voice In a distant laugh I see you here, I hear you there, And for a moment my soul My heart, and all my being Become elate with your coming But I remember, yes, too soon That it is not truly you You are in my mind now, You are a ghost, You haunt my thoughts You own my dreams You were the one, That was more than me ………………………………...... Even now I can not resist your beckon I am yours, as always For the one who is now gone… You still have Me!

I’m Sick of It

I’m sick of it! Rooms of flesh I’m sick of it! People jumping, running, for a grasp I’m sick of it! Objects of pleasure, pieces of meat I’m sick of it! Playing a game of fool for fool; in defeat I’m sick of it! The boring glazed glances The boasts and the stares The pitiful games, Orgy’s facade I’m sick of the smell The sent of perfumes Pungently fragrant Or synthetic fruits I’m sick of the bullshit The whoa’ fucked who I’m sick of the assholes Who think love's a screw I sick of the bitching From those who arn't fucking But most of all… I’M SO SICK OF CARING FOR YOU! You will not know me or see, But I will know you, Pain that I need; I know it will be, Worse for you, Than for me ……………………………….................. You are never to see, Good bye, good bye, Twas, never; to be?

Light of the Moon

There is no light, Like the light of the moon There is no beauty Like it's dim hue There is no sorrow With her in your eye There no fear When under her sky There is no light, Like the light of the moon The pallid lush Of the world in her touch There is no equal, No fleshy moral thing That can be anything more Than a shadow of her ethereal being ………………………………............ Beneath the moon, I love more than the grave And in this moment My heart is saved

I’m sorry, that forever

Smile dear Do not think Smile dear Have a drink Smile dear Go play goth in crappy clothes Smile dear Just smile, and do not think... Not, of me You don’t know me Love And you can't You don't know me Love Forget, Forget what you've seen Forget what you think Tis' but a shell, You don't know me, I wish you could You, you know... What need not be said You know... What can not be read You know... How you feel But no! Never! I'm sorry But I can't play the game Never! My love it is a shame Never! Could you, will you, should you, take the blame Never! I'm Sorry! That you'll probably see, Nothing, nothing, nothing FOREVER!