Blood Jesus

"I am Jesus...I have HIM in me, I will rise, and murder thee, I will fall not but crucify them all, blood shall honour me, let thy death be my colour, a gabardine of wrath, an attire of vendetta, I love thee, I love thine death more, so come to me, bare thy bosom, let me drive the holy blade through thy core, and glorify my thirst. Let me consume the red life which oozes out of thy wound, let me sip thy end with my uncouth lips, let me be thy end, thine disaster be my ravish, and thy malady my flourish......"

Shadows Of My Failure

The shadows of my past haunt me; I have failed, over and over again.

I still don’t know how I turned up like this, tormented by the despot within, shackled by my senses, inhibited by my own presence, catatonic, I have failed, oh the shadows, I fear them.

Once I thought of winning, I failed, once I thought of loving, I failed, once I thought of redemption, I failed, now I think of living, and I know I shall fail, oh the shadows of my past. I fear them, oh the shadows.

I retrospect, all seem nothing but a lay of failure, euphony for others, a swan song for me, oh the shadows, I detest them, I fear them.