Psycho

Spirit

Spirit of moonlight and fatigue

Rise from the shadows

Like dust from the rubble

You prey on the cadavers

Of silky arms, silky legs

Sprinkling your seeds as you go

Fulfil your virginal craving

Descend onto me

Descend onto me

Descend into me

Plough through me

Plough through me

Plough through me

Fill me with your insatiable hunger

Swallow me whole

Devour me

A willing host

A pleasurable slave

Child of the illusive shadows

Why do you answer prayers so passively

So indifferently?

Your indifference

Your nonchalance

Your wanton sigh

Shall I let the hordes in

Shall I let the hordes in

Shall I let the hordes in?Dear Mia

Lone stone in a dark cave

A pagan awaiting the feared deity

Daily offerings of blood and words

Daily offerings of blood and wounds

Deck the walls with crimson roses

Polish the jagged limestones to mirror gleam

Fend off Lady Moon's intruding pallor

Bleeding worship

Piercing throats with lancets

Bloodied mouths

Bloodied towels

Dear Mia

The million pilgrims they await

With blood trickling down their mouths, necks, garments

Shall I let the hordes in

Shall I let the hordes in

The silent god

The dumb deity

Corroding beings and intestines

Why do you answer prayers so passively, so implicitly?

Your indifference

Your nonchalance

Your wanton sighGod is unconscious

God is dead

A deaf god

Unconscious god

A dead god

We were born afraid

Nourished by insect blood

Birthed from gilded loins

Collectible scars

Collective wounds

A part of growing up

A part of growing old

A part of living

A part of dying

A masquerade

A macabre parade

Martyrs died

Sanctified but insane

Saluting those who fell before us

Into demi gods

We traverse from pigeon holes to panic rooms

Decking the nondescript mundane

With Bohemian crystal chandeliers

That could have fed a starving nation

The mannequin behind the glossy glass window

Stiff with rigor mortis

Perfection in plastic

Rigid, ramrod, eyes fixated

Alas! She is but dead

But forced into a fate worse than deathStill death intertwined

Out of space, out of time

Into a distant pantomime

Still death intertwined

Here, there is no shelter from the rain

Of errant skull shattering

Hailstones of no mercy

All I need is for you

To talk to me

Ravish me

Lynch me

Love me

Spit in my face

Spit me my face as you scour me

Talk to me

Ravish me

Lynch me

Love me

For we are bright stars circling different orbits

Perhaps someday we will meet

Perhaps someday we will greet

Then crash and burn

Crash and burn

Oh what a spectacle

The mise en scène

The sublime

A thousand scars

Festering wounds

Isn’t decomposition an innately beautiful thing?

Fertile soils to sow the seeds of regeneration

A baptism of fire

We would emerge scarred but unscathed

All was white hot

All was chaos

We are but mortals

Born afraid to die

We are the living

Dead amongst putrid lives

Unable to love

To live, to exist whole

Cowering behind thin veils

We conceal our empty selves

Empty selves

In empty shells

Empty selves

In empty shells