Requisite Darkling Poetry

Pseudobride
Alone or alone or alone
For where has he gone
Wordless, timeless, shameless
Tears resist in their bastion
No evidence of a shattering soul
Hours ago his love was true
Innocence scorned
She sees all from her sepulcher
Left alive after the slaughter
Who was beloved has rotted away
Love mutilated by design
May just as well be in his grave
Entombed with her trust and respect
Some moments have no recourse
In time too are they buried
Bride awakened to be a woman
Dead dreams breeding better hopes
Pink is not her color
Killed once, there is nothing to fear


Bottom-feeding bitch, get out of my life
Take your skank to someone who cares
Or are we running out of those?
Hey, I gave a fuck, and you took that fuck
You abused it like a drunken baboon
Now you're outta luck
All right hound, this is my kennel now
And you're not wanted here--do you get it?
I'm not peripheral, that would be you
Were you spoiled or spoiled like bad meat?
I might have cared but that ship has sailed
You don't know whom you're dealing with
What the hell can you do to me?
I've been through death, hell, pain, chaos
And denial was never my charted path
Enough crap and more, just get on the road
Go find your fortune because it's not here
Every lie forges another link
A chain wrapped securely around yourself
Glean your dignity and make yourself scarce


They tell me I cannot be that which I am
Scream I hunger jaded far and away
Safely entombed from the ugly light of day
You want me you hate me you fear me
Hunger to be me thorn within me petty slave
I'll tell you what I cannot be
Does love taste as good as hate?
Cocksure of my own salvation dawn
If I kill you will I quench this lust?
Scream I hunger jaded far and away


Change into change into change
End cycles beginning cycles old cycles new
De-constructionist
Dehiscience
Run from the seeds
Run from the shadow
What is death to me?
Apocalypse
Baseline of eternity
Tempo of time itself
Maybe the end, or the evolution
Difference rendered null
Metered not by grace
But by a crooked smile
Laughing at, laughing with, just laughing
What is death to me?


My tears have bled to concrete
Drawing lines in sands of iron shillings
Scars boast of battles fought and won
But never forgotten
What can be fixed when the pain is done
And the time is too late?
The agony festers
And I lay here, dead in my soul
Condemned to decay for loving too much
Wounds too deep, too thorough
To hope of healing
I turn to ice, I turn to iron
So hard to believe a joyous heart
Can shrivel to nothing
How tragic, how tragic, oh what a shame
What a stupid waste