The muse I’ve bought and fuck Now brings about rebirth The child of that rape: My son, artistic worth But then the Shaper comes And constant are the dreams When all my ink is spilled Then blood will fill the reams Hearts beat to dust in his hands His moon-white hands Eyes burn like stars in his head His spider’s head Blacker than black is his den I’ll never sleep again For sixty years these flowers And this burning scroll Have kept her prisoner From Helicon I stole The ninth, the youngest once Was at my erection’s call She filled my head but now There’s no ideas at all Hearts beat to dust in his hands His moon-white hands Eyes burn like stars in his head His spider’s head Blacker than black is his den I’ll never sleep again I’ll never sleep again…

Red flesh held by chains and bars Green dominates a princess of Mars Tender flesh held behind bars Tharks dominate a princess of Mars Love, inhuman, beyond the stars A Jeddak’s seed: a princess of Mars War, inhuman, on planets’ stars A Jeddak’s grief: a princess of Mars I’ve spent a decade’s worth of longing To see my loved one’s red again Autumn’s limbs, subduing Tars The unveiled sun: a princess of Mars Harvest limbs, subduing Tars The dawning sun: a princess of Mars Dejah Thoris

Outerrealm invasion force Your death in demons roam Your world ends now One amongst the fighting horde Has charm to soften stone My world ends now Take me in your lipless mouth I tear myself up on your smile Then cum on the blood and the bile Swaying as a dancer sways A show of angel’s grace My world ends now Brutal when the veil is dropped A whole-jaw feast of face My love thrives now My love’s teeth will FINISH HIM! I’m hard to think she’ll FINISH HIM! Bones licked cleaned to FINISH HIM! Why can’t it be me, call: FINISH HIM! Mileena Fatality!

This is my letter to the world, That never wrote to me,— FUCK YOU!

Wicked witch of Coffin Hill Buried in the woods and waits there still Hide your face and close your eyes If you see her you will die Only the crows to hear you cry Only the crows to hear you beg for life Tonight, we pay the price Tonight, we pay with blood One dead – Left only red One gone – Drove out of her head Witch’s blood flows through these veins I bear that which gave this town’s name Healthy, I unleashed a curse Now bullet-blind I’ll work its reverse Only the crows to save my life Only crows to save my worthless life We’ll drink the Galanthine We’ll know what’s not dream We’ll travel these dark woods In bent reality Tonight, we’ll swallow snow Tonight, the witch we’ll know

Two horses, without saddles, Drink from the waves As they crash Upon a rocky shore Two bodies, used to war, now Longue upon the Rocks one gripping Sword and pawn alike I meet the one with wistful Eyes and he to Me asks for a game To buy him time The other holds a Conversation with a Hallowed face whose Tongue is eloquent The song is Death’s and they all dance The seventh Seal’s been broken But there’s nothing found inside A raging storm ensues, in Which one sees the Fearful hand of God the punisher The knight, and his retinue, March the steppe’s Incline to find a home Untouched by plague The child of the actors, Michael, lives with Vision in his future— Radiant But Block, and all of those he Loves, will follow me— They’ll dance and Hand in hand they’ll die It is finished

With blue surrounding and blue above The island was an azure coffin The perfect place for a painter to die The joy of line on paper was a truncated spring Killed by a winter’s worth of insanity Before any bud could blossom The end began as an annoyance When he discovered footprints in the mud Below and all around the kitchen window But as work soured, they come at him With a fiercer tenacity Then even the wolves that they were had been known to show before Each personality a dart, in the moonlight, sea gray, sinking into his flanks Slowing him and killing him He sketched them: The carnivores, the Birdman He sketched them: The chattering women, The Spidermen He sketched them: The insects, The masks, the paint She with the glued-on face The Vogler rape What’s red and white will bob but will not sink Not at this hour of the wolf when no one sleeps Too long before the dawn, when most are born or die When it is light again, and only then, will he close his eyes A minute can seem an eternity How long these seconds last Now it is gone She found them: The satchel and the diary She found them: The handgun with its artillery She found them: No man, but works without their pain Three bullets’ worth of blood All washed clean again with rain What could she have loved in the castle’s woods An organ picked-over by revenants, their food Those that from ceilings or from beaks in the shadows laughed The painter crying red from head and neck, attacked

Lamia – I double check Lamia – Your graceful neck Lamia – Is tail from here Lamia – A crown of lights Lamia – Marks of delight Gay, but your eyes fear Misery lurks behind Your rainbows cannot hide Ugliness and pain therein Wrapped up tight in shinny skin Lamia – Your maddened blood Lamia – Bakes like mud Lamia – You’re built again Lamia – The knot unfurls Lamia – There stands a girl Flees from the snake’s den Free from her scales, she now dreams Of Hell’s reds and Heaven’s greens But she steps where love is found Treading through Corinth’s ground Lamia – You fill the cup Lamia – Which love drinks up Lamia – Enkindles lust Lamia – Your blood cries out Lamia – An answer’s shout You found your Orpheus But Philosophy, The ghost of folly, Haunts love’s revelry Breeding jealousy Slinks into your bliss Makes soft voices hiss Reason breaks Arms and legs Heaven takes What love begs

Where the moon’s pearl white fingers play with leaves Is where my own use to caress But now it feels as though they’re paper trees My home poisoned with distress This forest is so cold This forest is strange and cold Where I walked these bowers on hooves of stone And moved as wind blowing through my cape I walk a killer’s streets cold and alone Victim now of Merlin’s rape My heart’s a plaything long abused I’ve got the disenchanted blues Magic’s something I could use I’ve got the disenchanted blues I fell hard for the wizard’s ruse I’ve got the disenchanted blues Life’s now something I could lose I’ve got the disenchanted blues

Black, white, a blood-red stain A devil thrives where lovers lain Motherly love fuels the hunter’s game An empty soul filled by the insane Devil by the deed As Argent intercedes Ignoring Stacy’s needs At fork’s point New York City bleeds The only thing seen through the night As dead as milk, the Devil’s eyes A play of words, the ink is red The Devil’s mask on posters spread A shock of white, shows what is dead Red the trail where love has fled The Devil takes his due As Argent is run through What if Stacy knew The massacre the seaboard rues

There’s a creature in these swamps Usurping man’s mind In whose eyes all fear’s reflected back When you peer into the dark Your fear screams in his mind Like a victim stretched upon the rack Whoever knows fear Burns at the touch Of Man-Thing

Righteous sword of God Or hand of the devil himself A testament to female strength A badge of penis pelf A demoness’s eyes Hides a mother’s heart Torn as the epicenter Rends the world apart Kill Kill Kill – All it wants to do is kill All we want to do is kill All I want to do is kill Bodies forged into guns Ovens cooking the soft entrails of girls Licking blood as it runs Killing’s lust has made reality swirl Fathered in a lab And mothered by a clone of evils past Her only tender touch: a fist Her dream for might to last No wonder she must kill Or that her sword has tasted Father’s blood No wonder she turned black When training was her love Sister clones fight her war But power slips through her hands like rays of sun Cracks form where she is sore Crystal after, rejected, her course is run

There is a shadow fallen on this city’s face No jack-o-lantern’s light will relieve this disgrace A killer dressed in night will lead a year-long chase The Roman’s empire will fall Day by holiday A rubber nipple silencer kills all the noise A bathtub brimmed with blood drowns all the festive joys A lightweight .22, a gun for girls and boys Every holiday a death A blood-soaked calendar A full twelve months of killing’s fear Twelve months of murder Why is it in your eyes I’m ranked so very low? Why isn’t it my strength that helps this family grow? When is my birthday, Father, do you even know? I’ve killed tonight – two murderers have felt my wrath I’ve suffered, took their bruises, had an acid bath Now I’ve cut out those who have torn this town in half I know what I have done, I know just what it meant Pursing criminals had left you cold and spent I murdered men cause I believe in Harvey Dent Now every psychopath is called To seek out “Holiday” I have everything I wanted But what of the price? Life and death: a gamble. Flip The coin or roll the dice Guilty or innocent