| Under the weight of a sleepless night, when all is silent |
| And all is dark, with no god to serve as suspect or scapegoat |
| I murmur murderous curses for a world that revels in its capacity to be brutal |
| The cruelest among us eat best, the sharpest teeth pull the most meat from the |
| bone |
| The ghosts of moonlit lanes know my name. I’ve stalked |
| Them all before |
| Idle in stolen moments, hiding from the worlds hungry |
| Claws |
| In a blue moons full moon, in the splendor and rush |
| Beset by regret, let love gather dust |
| The savagery of revelry has left me pulled apart |
| Calling upon the siren songs to haunt a hardened heart |
| All the pretty sutures, bleeding fleeting futures |
| Through the curse and the mercy of wanderlust stupors |
| It all comes crashing down, like the heavens, like the waves |
| The muses have only proven that all beauty fades |
| Upon a bed of roses, upon a bed of nails |
| I’ve lost all of my loved ones to graves and betrayals |
| It seems to be, on nights like these, we’ve made a hell of earth, |
| the very damnation we deserve |
| This is when we sit beside the graves we’ve dug |