Immortal & Blind

Memory of conscience
Times long forgotten
Burden of the lips
Truth is a crime
In this age

Vampire memories
Hanging from the wall
Blank photographs of crows
Carrion soul catalysts
Mirrors of songs
Of those lost

Whispering lip sink of truth
Inaudible bleak message
Vexed by honest
A society crime
In this age

Memories of self
Vampire in the mirror
Lonely wall noose hung
Blank photographs of trophies
Carrion soul victim catalyst
Mirrors of a dying song
Of those I've lost

Lips broadcast honesty
Clock timed frame
Season of change
No more villain
Truth is ideal
Tomorrow
(maybe)

Forgive us naught
Proud of our demons
Unseen in the mirror
Deserve no peace
Of conscience
Mortal & blind
We're all...
Just dying
On Earth

Celebrity blast victims
Their history overly reviewed
Peasants appropriately forgotten
This is today's point of view

Hear the songs
From the womb
Where I was born
A poet to a mother
Elegant & beautiful
I reflect her light
In a dying world
Hear her heart
In the words
Tonight...



Conscience is now but a chill to the spine,Comfortable tolerance is a hybrid theory of apathy & disregard rampant in the blood stream of society this very night!

Wings of darkness blot out the skies,Host of angels lost in shadow,Destination treason from the triple seated wooden throne of eternal life,Rue that fateful day

Archer of the apocalypse several paces before my closed eyes,Volley of arrows let hell go,Fools believe under comfort's candles they'll be alright,A sad plight

Cut myself on edgeless paper,Whim of the fragile flesh to bleed,Trinity of memorized wounds opened up again,Double wrist & shins iron spike tapped for blood!

Crown of the apocalypse,Vermilion brow of thorns appeasing the beast,Long forgotten government issued certificate of birth,Mark of ownership:666

I'm in love with the imperfect image,For the first time in my life the mirror seems to reflect what is right,A moral son of a beautiful wife to a hero,He is me

Austerity birth right to life,Existence package handed down under arches of the political court of demons guised as jesters who fire endless arrows of fears!

Is this poetic quest pointless,Spouting off trophy words merely for crows,Carrion worms devour without a courtesy warning,Corpse of truth forgotten in decay