Oh, unholy ghost with a lambent refrain come take possession of me 
Lest death may suit me more than a fallow soul of propriety
The mouth of the vanishing point has lulled your boy with berries of fecundity
and left an eggshell of a man 
with no reflection and a blackened tongue 

Love is supple like fire -
it drains the sun from the flowers in a garden of afterbirth
Sways of autumnal poise - gradations of noise that erode the pure
Those nights of bacchanal when we were wild and transcended mortality
like the first flush of wine or a kiss so divine as a final breath

Counter-culture halo and graffitied wings burned as an effigy
Rorschach morality and rhetorical prayers reflect what you deceive 
So needle-thread the pulse in a Godless opaque in liminality
and drop by lachrymal drop they're strewn across the sky 
for only posers die

Only Posers Die

Only Posers Die (Demo)

There's an afterglow where your body lies 
in the contours of our morning afterlife 
There's a niveous flame that flickers to stay 
I'll hold on to 
The tracers of your that steals me away

I want to sleep inside your skin
To dream your eyes - 
what might have been
No, I won't fly over your grave 
Lost in your night I'll forever stay

Her phantom caress is like shooting stars 
A selenotropic garden of stargazers 
There's a constellation of oneiric crimes I howl unto 
Those little slices of death enceinte with you 

I want to sleep inside your skin 
To dream your eyes - 
what might have been
No, I won't fly over your grave 
Lost in your night I'll forever stay

The Dream Coordinates

The Dream Coordinates (Demo)

I remember days of flesh and blood 
The whiskey depths and Machiavellian stars 
I could penetrate an angel's blush
That vast American graveyard of broken hearts

Now I'm fading to bardo
God notwithstanding the tango 

In her eyes a spell of spectral sin
of moth harmonics, sunflowers, and appetence 

Now I'm fading to bardo
God notwithstanding the tango

Six Strings Deep

Moth Harmonics (Demo)

Tonight I feel the disembodied lips 
of your placebo kiss
and I can sense 
the disintegrating time 
like a static arm
Do you remember when I could do no wrong
in your lies?
It wasn't so long ago when I could do no wrong 
in your lies . . .
You're my sick amor
I can still taste the evaporated blood
 on my serpentine tongue
while all the while descending ever deeper 
in your thieving eyes 
Do you remember when I could do no wrong
in your lies?
It wasn't so long ago when I could no wrong 
in your lies 
You're my sick amor

Sick Amor

Sick Amor (Demo)

In the alabaster poppy fields
of your wildfire embrace
I can feel the fading residue of heaven
sink through my skin.

The devil in the Christmas lights
is a dance macabre suicide; 
any saltwater solution to feel alive
and play dead from inside.  

They're so fucking proud of you.
They're so fucking proud of you.
They're all so fucking proud of you.  

The daffodils and fingerprints 
from where you once let it go;
I know of no remains to you now.  
Open wings . . .
Anchors away . . . 

You're forever never mind.

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