The bloody boned finger of life
beckons me, Arise!
Stand up against the dust!
That covers head and clogs your breath,
enters mind by the mouth
and chokes your spirit unto death.

Singularity. Heart of STONE;
cracked and broken, turns to dust….
Iron will, burned,
in acid Rusts!
Deterioration of the mind….

Black cloaked figure
standing there, floating
above my head,
backlit by hell-fire, face
of darkness, wields
the sickle of words!

Cuts razorlike through
my soul, slicing me into small pieces …
each personality, of itself …
Life unto Death!

Have heard it said, that
Death becomes us all!
But not until we give up
the ghost; my spirit flying free….

Experience life, find your lust
The time approaches, IT cometh
Live whilst you can…
prepare your soul,
for Ye Shalt Surely Die!

And yet the bloody, disconnected
bones beckon; frantic,
lusting at life, persistently grasping,
taking, clasping to breast,
hold on for dear life!

Singularity drive; grandiose lust!
This life of loneliness,
drives me to insanity;
this soul that strives
for companionship, friends…
even searching for that which was!

But despair now fills the void.
Hate and rage now ride on shoulders
already drooping from the shame…
and the death-wish passion
holds the reins,
and drives me to my knees.

It is a harsh realization indeed
to awaken one day,
True Love Lost…
finding yourself…
The Reason For This Treason!

Bow my head ... feel the grief!
October 10, 1996