Paranoia

So long a sojourn,
The night decapitated and old,
I stand still so wrong,
Enshrouded for long,
With the bygone,
Paranoia in disdain or angst,
For grazing scars post Camelot,
Is it still the sorrow?
To ask, to answer,
Unprepared…
Forsook a sacrifice and what they pray,
All in a coma or am I still the slave,
In her dreams or mine…
So long a sojourn,
My road is fading away…

A Wastrel’s Blasphemy

Awaits beyond the clouds,
My ebony spring,
Break down bleak truces furthermore,
Shattered glasses shriek,
Two crimson hands caress nightmares long,
Cut down thy own hands stranger to me,
The wastrel’s blasphemy descry,
In wrath burn in thy cauldron hollow,
Snatch the syllables thou see,
Eternal gloom invite,
And behead with draconian grin.

In rags thy elegy now I sing,
Alongside the deep, the light derided,
End in the ashes my spree,
The lesser mortal is me,
The words I waste not in apology,
Deprive me more? ...But I am empty.
I’ve killed thee tonight,
I can sigh,
Mark me unforgiven,
I’ll embrace beyond the clouds,
My ebony spring.