Shadowmere

these people in the hall
their shadows on the wall
they creep and sinch and crawl and inch
their way into us all
i wait with batted breath
the nightmare to arrive
the all consuming shadow
that was brought by you and I
I cant control my breath
I know im nearing death
the clasp of cold
a tale so old
you fill me with regret
you're the one I regret
the infestation I can't forget
you chewed bits from my heart
you cut out chunks and ate them raw
you made your own word law
you kept me down on your heels
ignoring what I feel
the thunder roars
my throat so sore
you choked my naked soul
the only thing I held
you slowly made it turn to dust

Chant

Shadow magic
you turn in the fire
a piece of moon
a pinch of stardust
the pot bubbles
the cackling in the night
dancers faster around the flames
they lick the abyss
as it bubbles the poison
a dash of souls
a piece of heart
it is almost done now
the drums bang faster
the warriors chant
old as the sun
it stops
the mist rises
heavenly bodies
distant quasars
swirls of darkness and light
universal magic

The old

Keeping the sounds alive
your drums and strings
wave at the moon
and let it bless your soul
bang yours drums
bathe under the stars
pull your cords and sing your songs
the voice of eons echoing
through the vast emptiness
the fire dancers
the shadows leaping
keep the tradition alive
warriors of the old world

Mirror

Little monster in the mirror
You move with me
Please set me free
To my horror
You're the face on my body
You're the terror
I embody
And with your tendrils long and blackened
you twist my arm
and do me harm
You streak the mirrors with long cracks
you laugh among my saddened face
you shatter my soul and off it goes
to a place far off that no one knows

Choke

It will wash you out to sea
the abyss filling your lungs
pumping into your heart
it'll consume you
thrashing and gasping

clawing at the shadows
down down down
there is no bottom
only darkness

Moth

Scramble to the light little moth!
The brilliant sheen of the morning sun!
The gleaming smiles of the deranged!
Fly! Fly away!
The light calls you ever closer!

The shadows seem so far away!
Closer little moth! Closer still!
You will burn
but you will burn in the light
Not shrivel in the dark.

V

We are validated by what we experience.
Our actions and thoughts,
typed, carved, branded
onto any flat surface for the world to experience.
They must see it,
I need them to see it.
Trying to shatter the ground beneath their feet
with our syllables and phrases.
Snappy comebacks and clever retorts.

We are

Firing synapses,
black coils of electric information surging.
 Murder.
Bloodlust.
Destruction
. A lightning storm of chaos brewing
 in every pulsating mind.
Young, old, fresh or decaying
the raging thunder claps of "What ifs" ringing in their minds.
In our minds.
We are the animals.
We are the desecrators.
 We are the roving bands of locusts
 infecting and grinding the earth into sand.

Bother

We strive for everything but leave it all at the door when we leave. 
The scars, the scabs, the sugar dreams. 
Vanishing.
With our towering twisted metal towers of glass and broken bones. 
We reach the top and throw ourselves off.
The blood becomes sweet,
when the tears become bitter,
and all is lost to the screaming void.

Sweetness

Why does it even matter. 
Fleeting emotions and sensations. 
Temporary sugar statues. 
Washed and gone before sunrise.

Existential

I live in a hedonistic dreamscape. 
The only thing tying me down
 are the thorned vines of reality and expectation.
My mind has long been a victim of a clumsy glass maker.
Dropped and reformed over and over.
Being swept along like untidy dust. 
A vortex of haze and toxicity. 
Poisonous and acrid.
The vault has been breached ladies and gentlemen. 
The snakes and flies have all escaped.
WE ARE THE HOLLOW STAR CHILDREN OF THE COSMOS.
There is no fairytale or lovely longing love.
Chemicals and electric pulses of pleasure and pain writhe in our brains.
Its all nothing. 
Needed is a myth. 
Hollow children of the cosmos.
Existing for fleeting moments
sweet kisses and beautiful romps

Stop

Reach for the stars
get burned by the light
follow your dreams
get a face full of smoke
go for the goal
trip on your feet

Frozen

Winter night
the frozen air sticking in my lungs
the icy moon sliding across the sky
silence as cold as my hands
this surreal world
Dead
Changed
Others hurrying along to find the warm hearths of fire
Not I
the snow is my pillow
the frozen water is my bed
on this winter night

Missing

Existing
breathing, blinking
But not living
floating in suspension
molten vats of neutrality
unfeeling motions
paced beats
silent thoughts

Victim

I am the gazelle trapped in a lions jaws
the rat in a snakes fangs
the moth in bat teeth
the prey
the hunted
the vulnerable prize
You caught me
Hunter
with your swift moves and sly steps
surrounded me
trapped me
then ate me alive
but even as I sit here
festering in your stomach
I can't help but laugh at you
Hunter
you did choke me down
ended my existence
but all you did was fatten yourself up
for the other hunter
I made you my prey
Hunter

Bottom

poisoned blood through tatter eyes
limp sounds through holes in words
empty thoughts through a clouded skull

Body

The human symptom
the chemical condition
love, anger, sadness
the pumping violence
the flowing lust
the ebbing sorrow
the same canals
the same two spillways

Lock

Life is already a paradise
Everything at your reach
Forever in your hands
You just have the wrong keys
standing outside in the hall of purgatory
Contemplation
Compromise
Vast fields of thought
only a few set out
Scour
Search for the missing keys
even fewer explore with open eyes