 |
|
| HOME |
| Where Shadows hide from themselves Schwartz-engel, see you passing by. I dare to love you, but know not why. Your quiet summons, I cannot resist, Your swift embrace, empassioned kiss, Your cool amour, cannot deny, That cold and still, entombed you lie. And yet within the stygian gloom, You promenade by gibbous moon, Your raven hair, like breath of night, Frames pale sadness, tallow white. Your soft cool flesh, inviting sin, Glows by other-worldly light within, Pure and smooth as flesh new born, Mocks the life from whence was torn. As I wait within your perfect shrine, In dark recess where light daren't shine, Moon reflects from marbles sheen, And shadows hide from shadows seen. Then glistening like blood red wine, Your smiling lips once more seek mine. Caring for neither life nor death, I await my first or final breath. Unfeeling flesh so mimics life, On marble cold, consummate virgin wife. And yet again in still of night, Our interrupted troth we plight, The fires of Hades within your deep, Niflheims cold from your skin doth seep. Though breath be wracked and ragged of limb, Still through lifes turgid stream I swim. And though I yearn your almost death, You will not grant your non-born breath. With deaths own peace upon your face, I wonder who truly haunts this place. I kneel in quiet, tired head bowed, To worship my Goddess, wrapped pale in shroud. In perfection eternal, you mock me still, Virginal ever, challenge me to my fill. Your purity, I can never take, My thirst your well can never slake, Even your memory, I cannot kill, But your body is mine to treat as I will. My Black Angel, my one love true, All I ever wanted.... ....Was to be loved too. |
| Without You My days are cold, dark and empty, Without the warmth of your smile, Without the light of your eyes, Without the overwhelming essence of you. |
| Whispered Passion The cloud passes near, Her pale softness trembling with anticipation, Tentatively caressin the darkly lumbering shoulders of the mountains impressive bulk, Almost scared, Like a shy teenage lover in the presence of her Idol, Expecting only to be rebuffed or abused. But the mountain only appears harsh and cruel, As he gently parts her flesh, And allows her to pass on, Unscarred and unwanting, The only sign of their whispered passion is the moisture of their love clinging softly to the flanks of his enormity, Like the drops of dew cling to the fields of the dawn. As my name clings like a sigh to your trembling lips, As the tears of pleasure cling to the down of your softly flushing cheeks, As the mingled sweat of our requited lust clings to your heaving breast. |
| Sun and Moon As the Sun bring warmth and life to the day, As the Moon brings light to the dark, .As a candle brings comfort to the lost, So you bring love to my heart. You are the Sun and Moon in my life, When I'm lonely your light burns true. All that I have I'd galdly lose, For all that I love is in you. |
| I Cry Sometimes I've loved and sometimes I've lied. Usually I've lost and always I've cried. And deep down in my heart, just a little I've died. Everytime, Just a little have I died. |
| Saint This morning, Beneath the cracks in the ceiling, Watched by the stains on the walls. In spite of coffee spilled on the scratched and wobbly table, And burnt toast, And broken promises, In spit of many other reasons too numerous to mention And while a broken down van looked on morosely, You said you loved me. Tonight, I shall write a letter to the Pope, To have you declared, A Saint. |
 |