Strigoi
Strigoi seeking me out
As I run from, run to
Downy softness of my bed
Drenched in blood long forgotten
Still dripping down to floorboards
Warped like dreams of escape
Fascinating in experimental essence
Roaming around unguarded misguided
As I run to, run from
Strigoi seeking me out
In general torrid necrophilia
Brighter than the morgue’s steel
Surrounding me in glimmers
Dance like stars in night
Behind my closing eyes slowly
As I run to, run from
Downy softness of my bed
Pinned
Shield my face from
A million things I
Wanted to say, to save
Within my tears I
Brought to accentuate demise
Breaking along my calves
Bruising and bleeding myself
Dry to hide lies of others
Pinned too long in my insides
Struggle to remove them
Pins pierce and prick in
Their eager vengeance
Wanting to stay as my flaws
When I just want to be
The song inside lingering
Beneath others’ lies
Falling Asleep
Falling asleep while my mind
Wanders into the night sky
Lit by bright stars burning
Through the shadows lurking
Deeper inside than anticipated
Losing count of the memories
I wish to replace, rid myself of
I tried so hard to run away
Run away into the night sky
Only to be denied by my own
Hubris, shortcomings I never
Saw stalking me in the ends
Ribbons weaving together to
Tie me a noose for my mind
As I fall asleep once more
Wandering into the night sky
Written
Move through the motions
Hear me not … nothing more
Than an inked screaming
On curling notebook paper
Lined in bleeding blue
Where my tears may have
Fallen down without permission
Into my little church of
Written solace
Where only I hear the terror
The torment of the darkness
Creeping about my essence
So hungry for lasting agonies
No matter my efforts to
Break free from this
Moving through the motions
So no one truly sees
Scars creating my notebook
Black Halo
Black halo dangling
From my violin
When did it arrive
What purpose will
It bring as I play
Summoning demons
And less sinister entities
To my passions, to my veins
No shame in the purpose
In the blood adorning
The strings, keepers of sin
Decorating the form of a
Black halo dangling
From my violin
Swinging delicately
In time as I play
Summoning the past
The future I devour
