Faustian Liturgies

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Footsteps lingered in the threads of the carpeting

As the sound of your voice echoes back from the walls

Fingernails scratched into the wood of the moulding

When invocations mingled amongst the outer squalls

Patterns forged from shards of decorative pargeting

While the ropes bite deeper when the victim crawls

Where visions of monsters lie within the beholding

Bitter the poison on the tongue that it scalds

The grinding of steel while it is sharpening

Ever louder, the darkness calls

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Lovely Girl, Lonely Girl

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Lovely girl sitting on her swing, swing, swing…

Dark hair shadows her face like string, string, string.

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Her feet kick out and she goes high, high, high…

Faster and faster, into the night sky, sky, sky.

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Softly, she whispers about a hole, hole, hole…

Where she should have had a soul, soul, soul.

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Her deadened eyes stare into mine, mine, mine…

Something about her brings about the shine, shine, shine.

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Around her mutters, with your soul I would be complete, eat, eat…

With those words, I beat a hasty retreat, treat, treat.

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But who knew that lonely girls could float, float, float.

I felt her cold fingers around my throat, throat, throat…

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As I fade away, I feel her kiss, kiss, kiss.

Her bony hand takes mine into the abyss, abyss, abyss…

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The lovely girl was just skin and bone, bone, bone…

The lonely girl is no longer alone, alone, alone.

Throb go the Heartstrings

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Blood swirls through

from the heart to your veins

Only to cycle afresh and anew.

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Its sanguine scent

while heady and sweet

colors scarlet the bitter brew.

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Risen by the call

of your heart’s heavy beat

and the splash of tears you’ve let slip.

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Returned, I have

though my spectral presence

lades your soul with dread.

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While it may be

that I am no more

Romance itself is never dead.

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Autumnal Fears Squashed

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Pumpkin man, pumpkin man

You journey west and to the hills

Your stick legs carry you far and away

Pumpkin man, pumpkin man

Seasons have changed, autumn has come

The people bay and call for your blood

Pumpkin man, pumpkin man

It’s the time of the Harvest Moon

The torches are burning, run for your life

Pumpkin man, pumpkin man

Are you okay? You’ve turned part of your stem

Into a staff and can barely continue on your way

Pumpkin man, pumpkin man

It was a valiant try but your head has rotted out

And your twig limbs have become too dry

Pumpkin man, pumpkin man

May your seeds take to the earth

So that you may live another day

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Within the Contours of Existence

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Aliens and teddy bears

Occupy the mind at night

Hidden deep below the stairs

Extinguished of all light

Visitations from monsters

Hesitation, flight or fight?

Circled like a table of mobsters

Pistols drawn below the surface

Trapped like a tankful of lobsters

Claws made useless on purpose

Choices in all directions

Struggling through it all like a circus

Fists up and smile wide

Life wasn’t meant to come with a guide.

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