I pace, alone

In a place for the dead

And here, I've grown

So fond of dread

That I swear it's heaven



Oh sweet Mary,

Dressed in gray

Roll back the stone



With these words scrawled in a severed hand

Tears fall like shards of glass that bend

In rivers, like sinners

Swept with me to join the damned



A darkened sky

The day that laughter died

Fell swiftly into night

And stayed within Her sight

Staring at the knife

Oh God, how easy now to sacrifice

My life, to have Her with me



So farewell to distant thunder

Those inept stars I've worshipped under

Fall farther, their Father

Lies in wait in flames below

Whilst my love, a blood red flower

Calls to me from verdant bowers



Graveside, I cry

Please save me from this Hell I know



A darkened sky

The day that laughter died

Fell swiftly into night

And stayed within Her sight

Staring at the knife

Oh God, how easy now to sacrifice

My life, to have Her with me



An eye for an eye as espied in the bible

My faith is lost to the burning of idols

One less cross to press upon the survival

Of this lorded agony



And I, (much as I have tried

To bury Her from mind,

Fate's tourniquet was tied, when She died)

Still sense Her presence so divine

Lithe arms about my throat

like pining swans entwined

Footfalls at nightfall close to mine



Suicide is a tried and tested formula for release



I snatch Her whisper like the wind through cedars

See Her face in every natural feature

Midst the mist and sleepy hollows of fever

With glee deceiving me



Suicide is a tried and tested formula for release



I hear Her voice from where the grave defies Her

Siren song to sing along, no finer

Suicide notes, harmonized in a minor

Strike a chord with misery



No light nor reef

No unsinkable of romance keeps me

Safely from the stormy seas

Now drowning, resounding

Death-knells pound my dreams

Unthinkable to dredge through this

Listless and lonely winter freeze



A darkened sky

This day hereafter dies

Falls swiftly into night

And stays within my sight

Staring at the knife

Oh God, what ease it was to sacrifice

My life, to have Her with me



No more a victim of crusade

Where souls are strung from moral palisades

I slit my wrist and quickly slip away

I journey now on jeweled sands

Beneath a moon to Summer lands

To grace Her lips with contraband

The blaze once in my veins