Come into my shadow,
Recline in its shade,
Come see what a void my constant thirst made.
Deep in my silence
In the absence of tears
Expressionless eyes hide irepressible fears.
Ice clutched my heart
and froze it with cold
I swear – funeral bells could be heard as they tolled
Weak heartbeats still waken the agony untold
but I treasure my pain as though forged out of gold.
hopes dashed to the ground
but still not accepting the curse to be bound.
So drink from my vial,
sip from my cup,
go slit your wrists and then never get up.
I know it’s hard to get over your loneliness
but I will be here when you need to confess.
And even though I’m numb and suspended in emptiness
You will be safe in my blood-wet caress.
Waiting for the red-streaked skies of September
When my brethren wake to meet their Maker
Parched throats and bared teeth and the thirst they can’t conquer
Waiting for the crimson deluge to dispel ill and err.
But still and in chains I ought and will be
Never again to be one of the free.
Bloodlust-bound and not attempting to flee
A slave banked in sleep for all eternity.