Death stands above me whispering low/i know not what into my ear/of his language all i know is/ there is not a word of fear- Walter Savage Landor
it fired me up. it gave me the thrills.
i walked over to walk up to again.
i passed by a thousand times.
i hammered in the nails in the coffin and buried my past.
the rust and the worms inside the clayey me; catalyzed by the inability to hold gave way,
gave way and the ghosts returned to haunt the glee.
the damning recluse's existence marred with self-induced misery.
the virgin’s fucked up without the penetration.
raped off of the music...of the dance of the soul.
i laugh at the mirror...i laugh at god's mockery.
embracing the corpses of ethics i slayed all my way.
i sign parchments of confessions as i lay there dead.