This Old Cabin

...Blood on my hands...

I walked in the shadows

'neth an azure midnight sky

I walked in the shadows

to abscond a life not my own

I walked in the night

this life I hate

Destroy this life, this life I hate

return me to the womb

thy crystalline will

has finally shattered

As spring rain paints itself

on the canvas of youth

it's snowing still in my heart

Will I ride the summer winds

or dance apon the crimson horizon

will I find paradise in hell?

If I go deep into the woods

If I go to this cabin

As scarlet flowers lust for the dew of morning

and infants nurse on the nectar of motherhood

As prophets of ruin wield their swords of wisdom

and battle forth towards a brighter dawn

Take me away from here

...Falling...

...Soaring...

If I go deep into the woods

If I go to this cabin

If I go deep into the woods

If I go will you follow?

...Falling...

...Soaring...

Take me away from here

(This blood) on my hands

to celebrate my passing

My soul shall bleed

for eternity

...in silence...

[All poetry by J. Haughm]