Desolation
Hate becomes my crucifix
nail me to its cross
bleed my hands in torrents
succour me with loss.
Blind me with salvation
bathe my soul in sin
tear the throat of begging man
feed my death within.
Drink the chalice, stain my lips
impale my begging plea
lacerate my fingertips
decry this sanctity.
Defile my goodness, burn my eyes
blister them with fire
absolve my desolation
annoint my dark desire.
The Devil's Prayer
In a book begrimed by ancient blood
in a hand within a grave
lie words of Armageddon
the end of life they crave.
Revelation of this darkest night
the stench of human waste
the number of the beast
in damnations rotted baste.
A dream of blackened vision
burns into my eyes
my eyelids melt in torment
my soul within me cries.
In a graveyard full of rotting flesh
I stand before a cross
the whispered words of Satan
stain my heart with loss.
I claw at stinking, pulsing mud
a coffin made of skin
lies breathing with corruption
before my eyes of sin.
Rotting wood and splintered waste
my blood soak fingers meet
I tear away the festered lid
I choke on foul complete.
The angel lies before my eyes
her lips tight shut with nails
her eyes a feast of maggots
on her chest the book avails.
As I touch the book her face awakes
she screams with stinking breath
her fingertips impale my flesh
my blood flows black with death.
“ Revere the Lord “ her fell words choke
“ Praise the fire of hell
deny this world of mortal stench
on which my saviour fell “
The Devil's prayer before my eyes
my choking throat now reads
the ground beneath me vomits
the sky above me bleeds.
Six hundred three score and six
the lines within this prayer
I hail my Lord's salvation
I name this world Despair.
Christabel
Of a child I will tell you
my sweetest Cristabel
in darkness was she born
her cradle rocks in hell.
I met her first two years ago
enraptured by her smile
I asked her what she wanted
she talked with me a while.
So softly now I hear her words
' My father was called death
my mother was a demon'
I stopped and caught my breath.
She asked me what my name was
I tried to run instead
she smiled at me so sweetly
and told me I was dead.
I felt the knife across my throat
I heard her say my name
she held my hand and whispered
' It's really just a game '.
Now I walk beside her
two children bound by grace
we live inside your nightmares
one day you'll see my face.
