devil

devil bats his pretty eyes
blows a kiss and waves a hand
across a crowded room I find
myself once more at his command

devil gestures come to me
and ‘gainst my will I will comply
what devil says that must I do
though heaven cannot tell me why

devil has his bag of tricks
plays them all and I am lost
where I’m bound I cannot say
heaven, hell, the lines are crossed

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epitaph

the ties that bind me to this place
grow weaker by the day
the walls I’ve built around myself
have hidden me away
and I’ll be gone before the light
can reach into my heart
for though I see you standing there
we always stand apart
don’t grieve for me when I am gone
I am not worth your tears
nothing I have said or done
has mattered all these years
and if you think of me at times
remember this of me
I never sought to cling to life
but only to be free

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a dark and stormy night I cried
the night my darling boyfriend died
what truths he knew what lies he told
of banshee scream and faeries gold
I knew he wasn’t good for me
but still I would not let him free
for truth and lies I both ingest
and drew from him his very best
of battle fought with giant foe
and subtle haunts where he would go
I know, I know, he told me lies
I saw it there within his eyes
but fool I am and to my shame
I cooked and ate him all the same

speak

speak not to brain nor yet to heart
speak not of science or of art
speak not of love or pain or joy
speak not of game or favourite toy
speak not of peace speak not of war
speak not against and speak not for
speak only when you can’t be heard
and otherwise speak not a word

for 4.5k adn Teddy adn fambly

teh wurdz hang hevvy rownd mai hed
iz lief no moor? iz awl hoep ded?
ar tehre moer teerz taht need be shed?
adn wer ar yoo mai deer?

adn tu teh wurld a hartbork crai
ai cannot stand aloen, nott ai
teh lub ai feel it cannot dai
adn yoo muss stil be neer

wot cumfort iz tehre leff for mii
butt taht sumwer yoo stil muss bee
for in teh meddo yoo run free
taht mush tu mii iz cleer

monsters

there’s monsters on the calliope
their music plays for you and me
but we are not amused
it has been said we can be found
snuffling for truffles on the ground
leaving us both confused
you didn’t ask so we can’t tell
what brought us to this living hell
nor can we be conceived
to be the ones you’re looking for
the truth behind the hidden door
though some may be deceived
so settle back enjoy the show
watch the monsters go man go
and on the music plays
while life and death and other games
leave us with nothing but our names
to see out our last days