A walk through the forestA walk through the forest, treading a carpet of unrest.The stars are hidden The moon has biddenHis return to naturesthrone.Riding high in jealousyhe smiles.As willows weepand oaks standand oceans bendand whispers lieas time will sendthieves to doors.In winter splendorour hearts will souras never have before.As tea is set on stained clothand chairs are takenfrom beneath us both.Whilst the bird flitters crimson wings snow-white breastecstatic death throesand mewling beaksas dawn breaksand pastels are castupon alabaster dust.And the moon never flittingstill is sittingupon his placid t
Perfumed Step of TwilightShe walks with perfumed stepsLike frozen stars of twilight,Where eyes fear to gaze and death slept.Her kiss brings fear to the nightWho shakes upon his proud throneAs I do with hot defiance.For in that gaze, that kiss there is but oneBurning need of inconsumable lustWho's entrance burns as does the sun.In eternal splendor and tongues her bustWhich heaved and embraced that broken machineInside that body, grasped with rust.Whilst cherubs and devils play the leanUnconquering drums and screaming notesEmanate from obsidian swamps within.Of bubbly brooks and salt marshes toteThe land of Broken DreamsAs she guides m
State of AffairsPondering upon a state of affairsI sit upon a broken staireating heathen wants and right despairwho's gait is followed by wilted tearsand i choose to cover my assaulted ears.Within my hands i rest my headthat shell which came and took to bedthose who would endure life's turgid smelland seek temptation's bright road to hell.Their noses did follow the scent of lustwhich entwined with the beating mirrored in bust,twirling dancers of the ageare dead and dying upon the stage.As corpses wallow and play the tunebeing lit above by claire de lune.Audiences senses are thrown out of reachas looks descend and the dead bese
I hope he's not in his boxers.
lul, I joke I joke, This is seriously awesome though.
I'd buy it, I'd buy the FUCK out of it.