SWEETHEART, do not love too long:
I loved long and long,
And grew to be out of fashion
Like an old song.
All through the years of our youth
Neither could have known
Their own thought from the other's,
We were so much at one.
But O, in a minute she changed --
O do not love too long,
Or you will grow out of fashion
Like an old song.

Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That's all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.

c'mon, let's go dancing in the fire
I know you know it will take you higher
I was dead when I met you then
and I am dead now,
as dead as I was to this world the first night I laid my eyes on the moon
and let out a howl
c'mon over here pretty lady, ****, ****, ****.
c'mon over here honny, fill, fill, fill.
:
you've got the power to move the ocean
and you know that is my favorite motion
tidal waves collide by your side
I'm on my ship enjoying the ride
oh moon, goddess of the wolves
don't waste your time on those fools
you'll sink their ships
they'll frown as they drown submerged in the dark
you'll sink their ships
and find their growls and howls were nothing but barks
c'mon over here pretty lady, ****, ****, ****.
c'mon over here honny, fill, fill, fill.
:
there is a fire deep within my bones
I know you know that fire birthed from your moans
you were there when Hells fire rose up into the nothing
received its flames and created the everything
the origin of anarchy
the origin of you and me
it was love,
a place to call above
a place where destruction
will only cause creation
Heaven
I am the lone wolf
you are the moon
my sharp teeth
will sink into you soon
your heart will explode
and mine will have already burst
for it is pounding heavier and heavier now
for it is you I thirst
soon, my moon
you will burst
c'mon over here pretty lady, ****, ****, ****.
c'mon over here honny, fill, fill, fill.
****, ****, ****, ****.

thick, solid bone
leading to the slender shoulder of her

teeth, and soft, moist lips
grazed up against this solidity
with hands sliding from her back
to her hips
pulling her in
and pulling her out,
like the mysterious void
within a black hole

every thing Is

everything is Not


her shoulders
sway like the ocean
as mine do the same

like two moons

like two seas

like two worlds

like Gods


wet teeth, tectonic
slide down to her breast

gravity, it seems
possesses my hands
to grab her by the hips
and lift her up


her legs, like the Oroboros
wrap around my waist

and I am devoured
and she is devoured


a sailors ship:
a clavicle
a lovers hips:
the raging seas


and her wide, wild eyes;


Death


so I drag my lips

bear my teeth

and let out a moan

which is thick

and solid




which both loves and laughs
at death



Mmm,
I love that clavicle

I love,
the taste of death

I love to prove
I have an infinite breath


Oh what a dream

Oh what a dream

we
are somewhere
in the middle of punk rock and metal
you and I

as the metal rips through your thoughts
and opens your mind
to all that this chaotic universe is
outside of this tangible reality
those eternally burning stars
allow us to touch
then explode into oblivion
to a place where Lucifer and Jesus mingle
those serrated tones, they continue ripping through your thoughts
murdering anything disconnected from the balance of chaos
they nail your body to a cross across the universe
as you have asked to die
as you have sacrificed yourself
admiting to the need of a revolution
and this
is where your soul will forever lie
until the day you die

the vibrations of punk rock
form themselves into an infinite pack of wolves
and bite down on your skin
so you mosh and mosh
ripping yourself apart
for all who mosh around you
to feed on and join
their words
the teeth of wolves
dig into you
igniting the lost connection you once had
to the tangible world you live in
and as they continue to rip your flesh apart
until you have been torn down
to nothing but bones and organs
then left with a choice
to bark
or to howl and growl
as they beg your soul
to fight
for what you have always known is right

thousands of years ago
Plato spoke of shadows
of puppets
cast upon a wall underground in a cave
by a large fire
burning behind its viewers
warning us of being lead astray
by the warmth of a fire
we never turned around to see

yet still, we are amongst the shadows
yet still, we choose to ignore
the instant burst of growth of the fire
as bodies jump in
at 27 years old
embracing the idea
of the death of death
and those willing to stay and fight
their howls and growls have been lost
within the fake copies of their brethren
wagging their tales
and ripping children's faces off

and so
we
are somewhere in the middle
of punk rock and metal
you and I
as we wonder
which is giving in
and which is not

what does it mean to die?
we ask
as we die
then rise again
what does it mean to live?
we ask
as we live
and die again
fading into
something real
something tangible

and so
we
raise the dead
and so we
raise the dead
and so we
raise the Dead!

and so
I have loved
I have hated
and to jump off a building
would be as in my dream

it is all the same

the blood of demons
drips from my mouth
as I have accepted their existence
as nothing more
than the blood of angels we were before

you can see their blood
fall down
as it shoots across the night sky
emiting such brilliance
distracting you
from the belief
that a thing such as destruction
ever truly existed

The slender curves of your waist
Smile at me as I caress you with my eyes
And undress you with my lies