Sweet and desolate longing
The specter of madness skips
Leaving insanity in its wake

The tormented swings
Swishing softly to a morbid lullaby
The symbol for its demise
Shedding its dense disguise
To expose the fragile skeleton

Can’t you hear the sweet music?
Such treasured medleys of agony
The world surges
The familiar countenances grim

Within the pulsing sanctum
Lord Death resides
Waiting for the sensual rhythm
Cease
Faint

Tease the cowering peasant
Ridicule their meaningless endeavors
Moist eyes sparkle
With unshed tears

The fascinating dew of woe
Brush away the dirtied limbs
That brought you life

Sneer upon what you once were
The cramped tongue
Waggles with tales of promise

Deceive the straining ears of the deaf
Fraud
You make a fool of yourself
Such saltine bittersweet memories

The golden glow of warmth
Guides the lost
Giving false comfort
To those stumbling

The lush pinnacles of ebony
Reach out
A caress transforms
Into leering demon

You can’t escape fate
Gnarled hands grope
Upon the flailing limbs
Of innocence

The wounds eliciting
The essence of the crimson elixir
Agony darkening the timbre