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Boy Harsher “Pain”
As the sun weeps its last
I discern distant masts
Blackened galleon
making waves look so pale in contrast
sucking the mist from the moonless skies
as she glides
slicing right through these frothy white tides
Soaking in every fear
Every silvery tear
Theres no way to embargo
Her unprecious cargo
The course is now set
coordinates locked
caressing low tide
she is primed now to
Dock
I wear this rusted anchor around my neck as a pendant
No fancy
as this crooked cross I bear is ascendant
Theres no chance for me to back out
Each advance leads me to
Blackout
Pallid canvas it taints
As this vessel acquaints
But the impression it leaves
is unclear
Outline faint
Cometh darkness
solemn shadows
Do your worst
For such I doth thirst
Must confess
Wish to host thine caress
upon my sinful pale flesh
Paint it black
Take me back
to the home I disown
Take my blessing
For tis full and ’tis final this night
Make love to mine hate
Coax it out
bitter yolk
Put your hands around mine throat
Let it stifle and
Choke
Make me
Writhe
for your
Scythe
Let me
B r e a t h e
Taunt me
Flaunt your inked majesty
Take me captive
Set me free
darkest night
Let me be
starkest night
Be mine gown
as I waltz barefoot through this town
Oversee this
I decree this
and will not be talked down
Dainty dance most macabre
ankle chain
Rusted barb
as I skip the forbidden
Grey-Chapel path
Cloaked in daggers
cleaving throats
to the gristle
as I swagger
A damsel dressed not for
Distress
Not unless
I discern your unspoken request
Tenebrous you may be
but you see
I regret to inform
youre no hazard to me
Doth I resemble a portrait
Disassemble in your wake
No mistake
Should thine make
This soul of mine is not your prize to take
Make the most of your window
as this room has no view
No escape from thine fate
once the light comes to play
once this night turns to day
Not thine lot
Tis mine auction
Highest bid
reapportioned
Snuff you out
in the very half blink of an eye
should I choose to decry
Sweet sorrowful darkness of mine
It is time
to recline
rest that weary head and play
Dead.
Calm.
All at sea
Blackest night
There she blows
Hit the lights