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Remembrance of My Death

Around, all around, the dark memories gather.
My dread grows as the dagger of your words falls against my naked soul.
It mutilates me, and darkly my
essence drips
to the thirsty earth.
In unholy terror I call your name
while nothingness takes my hand.
Now alone, my cascade of tears falls upon uncaring eyes.

This is my salvation

the blackest gift

It is a night of dark desire, a song of darkness,
wolves vent their loneliness. The immortal one
stirs.

Darkness shrouds her deathly form,
an everlasting desire.

Her midnight hair cascades over
translucent ivory shoulders, and her
full crimson lips part slightly, to taste the
red tears streaming from the
pale flesh beneath
her.

Now a night of new awareness,
I weep.

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the night falls as if slain by the sun, cold and alone are we.
the salvation for which you lust
flares once, then dies,
devoured by your obsession.
all hope must surely perish.

your passion throbs no more.
how could you not understand?
our dark emotions surround us, crying,
save us from ourselves.
A God that is Yours

Slender beams of illumination enter
this darkened church as I kneel,
always a slave, always alone,
frozen here,
waiting.

Tortured forms wrought in panes of glass loom as
dust dances in the air,
forming an image in my mind,
penetrating my naked soul.

Tears on a mirror's face.

I raise my head, now kneeling before
this uncaring truth.