mephistopheles

in the days of mephistopheles we’ll ride the great machine
through the back streets of vienna where the circus hasn’t been
we will whistle into corners where the fuzzy people are
sing the dutchman is a sailor and he’s coming from afar
and even though we love him with a passion that is pure
he’ll never come between us since he never comes ashore

we’ll take our sordid pleasures till the tolling of the bell
tells us that the day is over, time to go to hell
but here’s the thing that you should know before you wave goodbye
a cold new day’s a-dawning if you look beyond the sky
and every lie you’ve ever told and every heart you broke
will not seem quite so funny when you’re the punchline of the joke

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paint

by damommza & sunovawot

The dark and bloody moon
it shines through my window
a storm is twisting branches
as they bow to threat of snow

the candles flicker wildly
their flames lick at my face
all the world is poison
I’m safest in my space

the doors are tightly bolted
the shades now drawn and dark
I check each inch of my skin
but find no devil’s mark

and yet I’m cursed and have been
there really was no choice
they could have ended my life
by silencing my voice

I take my pen to paper
and as I begin to write
these stories just flow from me
on this cold and hopeless night

for words are where my power lives
in every measured phrase
to take another step beyond
the prison of my days

the chances they have wasted
to bring me to my knees
to place their mark upon me
like some loathsome disease

and come once more the morning
when all their power has fled
I’ll take my turn as hunter
and paint the streets blood red

billy dog

billy dog came to me from the mountain
claimed that he knew all there was to know
swore he’d fought in three world wars and counting
told me that he’d never let me go

but i am not so young and i have magic
curses flow from me like sweet plum wine
and many is the man who tried to claim me
i may be his but he would not be mine

and in the gardens there there grew a willow
weeping for the ones who’d gone before
those who gave their names and all their honour
lost in some forgotten nameless war

but billy dog did not seek competition
so chased the ghosts away into the dark
burnt on them a sigil of perdition
said that i would wear a matching mark

i have no fears left this much i told him
for i know fate though he does not know me
i’ve ridden with the devil on the dark hunt
and death would only set my spirit free

so do your worst or leave me to my vices
let silence fall again upon this land
there’s nothing you can do to make me love you
and i will never gentle ‘neath your hand

o mother

o mother he came to my bower
and spoke to me sweet words of love
o mother how do I kill him
if and when push comes to shove

my daughter the methods are many
and many of them have I tried
but the best must be a blunt object
for that’s how your poor father died

my god

my god is a body that lies across the water
the price of her protection is all a man can give
while the arrows fly in the heat of the slaughter
nothing less will do if you truly want to live

my god is a heart that beats in the darkness
she waits for us to come to her and light the sacred flames
many times I’ve prayed for an end to this starkness
but what she wills is what will be and gods enjoys their games

my god is a spirit that frolics in damnation
she calls on us to sacrifice our blood to her own need
nothing we can do will lessen her predation
not while she can caper and watch her people bleed

water

damommza

the dripping the dripping the dripping won’t stop
it soon fills my head and I must get a mop
it’s leaking it’s leaking its hitting the floor
biting my heels, I run for the door
the wild wind is biting and clawing my face
but the dripping the dripping soon picks up the pace
I run and I run till my feet hit the splash
reality splinters, I’m starting to crash
with a feeling of calm I just lay back and float
and bang my head there on the tip of a boat
I sling myself over, my fingers are dull
the dripping the dripping is filling the hull
I look in the water, there are faces below
of those who gave up and just went with the flow
I’m eager to join them I’m eager to stay
how does one keep all this water at bay?

sunovawot

let the water drip I say
I have no strength to fight today
nor have I will to take a stand
against the drowning of the land

it’s true that once upon a time
I strove to draw some kind of line
a limit plain for all to know
so far no further will I go

but age has worn the spirit down
that once would stand and fight his ground
all that’s left is what you see
a broken husk that was once me

let me loose

let me loose on your Summer
with my frozen tears
come join me forever
in bitter cold years
I’ll give you no option
to bask in the heat
but keep you leashed in
at Winter’s cold feet

let me loose on your Summer
with my frozen breath
I’ll bring you the anguish
of hunger and death
you cannot return to
where Summer stands
once you are held in
Winter’s cruel hands

bereft

the walls, the walls are closing in
and I still married to my sin
cast my gaze into the night
not for me a heaven’s light
and torn apart with grief and woe
my soul has nowhere else to go
but sit and fester in the dark
and feed once more the Devil’s mark
bought and paid for with the pain
of those whose trusted me in vain
for I can turn a pretty phrase
while all around me is ablaze
and with a smile present a lie
that will pass the keenest eye
but such I am and can’t complain
when forced to carry my own pain
just pray somehow that I may cope
with a world bereft of hope

the river of sin

the world is getting darker with every day
I haven’t got a god but feel the need to pray
can you tell me where I’m going, or how to begin
all I am is washed up, in a river of sin

I used to know what hope is but now I forget
the causes that we fight for are receding yet
there’s a maggot in my apple, and I just bit in
all I am is washed up, in a river of sin

seldom have I seen you with a happy smile
and the way that things are going it will be a while
meanwhile I just stand here, take it on the chin
all I am is washed up, in a river of sin

for every true depression there’s a phony high
I could wish you ‘have a good day’ but it’d be a lie
we used to have a fat chance, but even that’s got thin
all I am is washed up, in a river of sin

tell me that it’s worth it and I’ll struggle on
the game of life ain’t over till the last of us is gone
and despite the odds against us, we still might win
or maybe we’re just washed up, in the river of sin

memory

shadows take us haunting when the moon is in your eyes
and sad and sallow creatures beguile us with their lies
who would take a summer’s night and hold it in their hand
would find the weird and wonderful lie far beyond command

and summer love is you and I and all the myriad here
dressed in dark disguises and caparisoned with fear
we feel the night time flowing though we have no hope to hold
our souls have been discarded and our futures have been sold

but come with me my pretty one and rest your weary bones
upon a bed of marble a pillow made of stones
we’ll play no more as dilettantes the time for that has gone
the world welcomes disaster though our memory lingers on