Featured art by L.H. Grey

 

 

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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