Lay Before You

The last I see, as I pay my due,
Lunar light, a kind of blue,
It casts a glow across your skin,
As I lay before you bleeding.

The last I hear, as I say goodbye,
Evening birds, they fly so high,
It drowns the words I want to say,
As I lay before you bleeding.

The last I feel, as I start to fade,
Coming cold, from dew it’s made,
It causes skin to start to cool,
As I lay before you bleeding.

The last I smell, as I lose my breath,
Perfume sweet, that stains your breast,
It calls to mind those happy days,
As I lay before you bleeding.

The last I taste, as I close my eyes,
Bitter words, in throat so dry,
The sorry left unspoken now,
As I lay before you bleeding.

Stand In A Room

Stand in a room,
Be one with peace.
No sound to disturb,
No noise, all has ceased.
Stand in a room,
Be one on your own,
No friends to stand by,
No lover to own.

Sit in a room,
Be still and reserved.
No need to feel lost,
No voices, not heard.
Sit in a room,
Be quiet and soft.
No thoughts in the mind,
No wander, not lost.

Lie in a room,
Be corpse-like and pause.
No mourners will come,
No tears, no applause.
Lie in a room,
Be missed and forgot.
No life anymore,
No joy, that’s your lot.

Forgotten Once Again

Just like that, we were OK.
A single kiss was all it took,
To still the air, the walls that shook,
Such hatred in a single look,
Forgotten once again.

Just like that, we were alright.
A hand across the new divide,
To bride the gap, grown far too wide,
The painful thorn stuck in the side,
Forgotten once again.

Just like that, we were as one.
Forgiveness sought in just a word,
To make things right, seem less absurd,
Where tears had made the room seem blurred,
Forgotten once again.

Just like that, we were complete.
Love’s reminder softly heard,
To bring us back, and soothe the hurt,
Who caused the storm, who fired first,
Forgotten once again.

Hunt

Exquisite terror, heart that beats;
I take my flesh, I take my meat,
To hunt, to kill, the pleasure black,
Lose oneself, when prey to track.

Pitiful pleading, knees that bend;
I take my blood, to hell I send,
To chase, to catch, the horror dark,
Find oneself, when prey is marked.

Animal feeding, life that goes;
I take my joy, the devil knows,
To eat, to drink, my need is true,
Be oneself, when I see you.

What I Want

To lay once more amongst your dreams,
To share a bed, and dull the screams,
To fight the demons of the night,
To keep away those things that fright,
To wrap you in my holding arms,
To keep you free and safe from harm,
To warm you when the nights are cold,
To carry you through nightmares old,
To stay with you when darkness rules,
To never treat you mean or cruel,
To wake with you when sun is born,
To oft’ remind you what was sworn…

That’s what I want.

Hanging

The sky is clear, and I am old,
At last I have been caught.
With all my clever schemes and plans,
Alas they are for nought.
Passion’s crime, that of the heart,
Excuses could be used,
But in the end I’m evil’s host,
And all my trust abused.
The hemp that forms my collar tight,
’tis right and just deserved,
And where my place in heaven was,
No longer is reserved.
While dragged I am by baying hoard,
Towards the gallows high,
I shed no tear for I am old,
And oh so clear the sky.

Strange Fruit

What hangest there, ‘midst corpses cold?
Strange fruit ‘pon trees of bone, so old.
A taste of poisoned flesh, tho’ spoiled,
The nectar from within like oil.
Amongst the unnamed tombs, so bare,
Strange fruit, so pregnant hanging there.
Dark shadows cast, bone orchard limbs,
As fingers pointing out thy sins.
To tread amongst the ghostly trees,
Strange fruit is seen where once were leaves.
What rotting bodies roots do find?
That pry and search, the earth to grind.
Where bodies buried, crying done,
Strange fruit will ripe, despite the sun,
And when we come, and lay to rest,
What birds will fly to make their nest?
And so whilst moon does show its shine,
Strange fruit will blossom, over time.
Where dead do lay, for years and years,
I’ll water roots, with all my tears.