Crimson Lips

pretty are you
rose among thorns are you

sweet your smell
rose among thorns are you

tall your stature
rose among thorns are you

curved your bossom
rose among thorns are you

enticing your hips
rose among thorns are you

exciting your gait
rose among thorns are you

inviting your gaze
rose among thorns are you

poison your lips
rose among thorns are you

money your key
rose among thorns are you

death your grip
rose among thorns are you

I have seen you; darkness illuminates you
Hide devil, demon, monstor right in front of us

Murderer: kill, mame, extinguish
they do not see you
I have seen you: darkness illuminates you

I have seen you

I have seen you

I have seen you

I have become you. Light abandons me.

Eden's Remorse

moisture long absent upon this tongue
fat and swollen, longing for refreshment
like a tourist unable to walk straight paths
words dribbling empty, directionless no meaning.

where is my Eden, hidden drowned forbidden
flesh forever stumbling each time rising slower
lower and lower the ceiling of my crown falls
heavier and heavier the weight bends me over.

a spinning sword even two angels forbid me
a women torments me with poisoned fruitage
no forgiveness for sin intentional and misplaced
a son promised but my eyes will never see him.

bitter fruit, bitter cain, toxic sugar
abel only to my comfort brings but short lived
a son a corpse dust and no more
bitter fruit, cursed womb, bitter death

hatred now cursed flees with daughter
deaths recompense forbidden, abel blood foresaken
a son no more a womb defected a child new
hope seeded anew but evening ends and left alone am i

darkness to eve to abels dust must join
sin fully met, paid and satisfied but hungry anew
for trickery has stolen her beauty and eaten her fruits
close to eden buried ever drinking this river but never to blossom

a seed a hope but not for me
a hope for children unseen and never my eye to see
for abel brother and abel sister to root and sprout
and drink and be satisfied

O light from yonder sun, warm and inspiring
O light from nights dream, hopeful and aspiring
O trickery from ancient days made anew and inspiring
O trickery from ancient moon made hopeful and aspiring

Sing to us a happy lie, misleading and rejoicing
Sing to us democracy, enslaving and inuring

A note on evil

After murdering good, evil offers peace to the survivors.