til the morning sun & the night that follws

in my fitful sleep
I hold you tight
and place my face to you
Can you almost feel
my anxious lips
pressed to your skin?
They are greedy and craving
the sugar only you
can provide me
Have I ever told
you how much I
love your lil freckles?
constellations on your skin
I trace with my fingertips
as I grab your chin
and hungrily pull
your mouth to mine
the warmth of you
stokes a fire inside
crackles and blazing
tingling with strange electricity
we illuminate all that
surrounds us
I want to feel
your soul as it
entwines with mine
the rhythm of
your heart beating
is more than musical
it's transcendent,
and I am transformed
as I take your
pain and hurts into me
carrying like a cross
let me suffer for your sins
I want to absolve you
and dissolve into you
we can be One
and all my dreams
will come to light

Deacon Frost

Driving this
mistake thru my heart
turning vile again
against me is the world
I desire control
drained thru 2 holes
nail the windows closed
pray to your whomever
but leave me out of it
it'll never work anyways
can't stop the flow
uncrucifixable
the end is nigh
but you'll end in night
there is no breaking dawn
no matter how many parts
or cute lil pieces
cloaked in deep blackness
Ink and dagger forged
to trace and fill
howling of the wolves
kept at bay
watching the blood fall
true plasma screen
Did you remember to
sever the head as well?
scattered to the four corners
arise and assemble anew
I knew the truth
that you can't outrun the bats
you may be my victim
as my darling forever
This love is eternal and damned
undeadly nightshade
a thick thick blanket
blocking out the sun
it's always dark now
in here with me
give me another kiss
I'll place one on your
pretty pale white neck
let dusk embrace us
fully and unmasked
pure soulless self
demons are jus angels
to the opposing side
Evil is subjective
my nymphetamean girl
anemic parasite
so cruel and sweet
bathing on her crimson
tide me over
Caught in this trap
so let us hang
a coffin nap then
you'll see my fangs
come feed with me always
and like a poorly plotted novel
we have no real ending
Your afterlife has jus begun

bruise control

Sweet like a lollipop
with an underlying rot
a bad apple in the center
Razor edged lips
hide a morphine kiss
numb and bleeding out so tender
A waking nightmare
violent daydream nation
filling this desire
for permanent vacation
Saltwater burning up
poured into an open cut
freedom in devastation
Signal sent station to station
but never did I receive
the will to live or forgive
I shall never believe

Damien Thorn from now on

screaming headache
swollen rotting gum with
broken tooth cutting in
crashing like a car
with no breaks
thinking how I hate
everything, everyone
as of late
feeling out of sorts
forgotten, forsaken
no longer passed by
rather passed fully over
incomplete life lessen
an alien on my home planet
alone in a crowded tomb
I want to implode
my sins committed-
I should be too
I should be two
instead I must seek
shelter in solitude
unravelling, uncool
internal bleeding please
return me to isolation
stop the ride so I
may get off
don't make me beg please
I'm tired of space
to move about
jus give me this
a small cell with
a window that looks
out into aesthetic
nothingness
if I can't be free
then leave me there
I'll gladly melt away
turn to dust
and musty bones
down in a hole
the drug's wearing off

(minus the dry)

It was the
purest poison
I could receive
licking the blood spray
from your hand
tasting of alkaline,
rusted and sad
slumped down to
embrace the flood
Bad medicines that
have a good taste
we ask no quarter
no plan to get out
alive, and well,
while feeling immortal,
do we really care?
Float on til
we can float no further
spirits swirling like smoke rings
choosing to become ghosts
our former worlds
left back behind
such great heights
and some pretty fine lows
We can be each other's
eyes and ears,
habits and impulses
say you love me
show me wat it's like
carve it to my arm
one pinprick at a time
a modern day masterpiece
gallery of suffering
to feel "jus okay"
off E and running,
we are truly
works of art
timeless and appreciating
Let's be forever
watever that is
in watever form,
as long as it's pretty
inside, down
and out

limited Death curse

Lords have mercy
but I am best
served cold
take a bite
apple of Eden
I am the
Savior
offering no
Salvation
upside down
and a cross
words puzzle
trying in vein
to figure out my
thought process
speed it up
for the ampheta-meaning
burns out low
pushit real good
salt and powder
abducted
crushed up like
my soul and senses
with one last cell
firing on
all cylinders
this circle of Life
is jus so perfect
I can't watch
to do so might
end me

Lethe Field

reflecting, refracting
smoke for addition
pills for subtraction
fast acting
Instant Relief
jus another Indian
who got no chief
lost in the soul
needle holds my belief
lo and beheld
6 feet underneath
nothing is left
no estate to bequeath
the 7 leaf
hits me best
and it is lil distress
small state of unrest
but this anxiety
is better to me
than being depressed