Deadlights

There is a world waiting in the wings

A world that you can't see

Whose fever dreams breathe life

Into the seams of stitched-closed eyes

An ever-shifting hand, sifting through the sands

Of consciousness, pressing heavy fingers into

The soul, crafting castles over

The ocean-worn, the early-born

Whose gods have wagered death against greatness

Whose heaven overcharges the flesh

For every falsified moment

And swallows whole within her machinery

The weak, who play at cogs and gears

Feign importance in years counted

By her hands, who know not

We are but a blink of the eye to the universe

Whose seraphim come with their blades and searing days

To strip the flesh from men, leave exposed only animus

Seeping within the wax-statued beasts of burden

We dress in, where even a warm breeze erases

Every prior impression, no lesson stays

No argument sways, we're all just melting away

Decomposing quietly

There is a world waiting in the wings

A world that lives and dies for dreams

A groom intent on deflowering

His virgin bride, who hides behind her veil

As night swells, asphyxiating sunlight from

Black-hearted reality, what comes of the refuse

The waste spilled from our lips

To pass days until we pass away

When all that defiles us is washed away

Will the sky meet us at the riverbank

Where she waits, a world of intent on her breath

To whisper those incantations

Cast them upon your clumsy crucifix form

Until they are hung with you, as you pass through

The hands of the Furies and Fates

And writ in blood from the heart

A verse to be heard by the long-deceased stars

We join you soon, in shining through

Our coils, to reach the fountain of youth

Whose waters poison only the form, thus separating the soul

From the cold grasp of mortality

We'll join you soon, we're shining too

Can't you see

Where we're bleeding through?