Suicide and Other Comforts

I pace, alone

In a place for the dead

Overcome by woe

And here, I've grown

So fond of dread

That I swear it's heaven

Oh sweet May,

Dressed in grief

Roll back the stone

With these words scrawled in a severed hand

Tears fall like shards of glass that band

In rivers, like sinners

Swept with me to join the damned

A darkened sky

The day that laughter died

Fell swiftly into night

And stayed within Her sight

Staring at the knife

Oh God, how easy now the sacrifice

My life, to have Her with me

So farewell to distant thunder

Those inept stars I've worshipped under

Fall father, their Father

Lies in wait in flames below

Whilst my love, a blood red flower

Calls to me from verdant bowers

Graveside, I cry

Please save me from this Hell I know

A darkened sky

The day that laughter died

Fell swiftly into night

And stayed within Her sight

Staring at the knife

Oh God, how easy now to sacrifice

My life, to have Her with me

An eye for an eye as espied in the bible

My faith is lost to the burning of idols

One less cross to press upon the survival

Of this lorded agony

And I, (much as I have tried

To bury Her from mind,

Fate's tourniquet was tied, when She died...)

Still sense Her presence so divine

Lithe arms about my throat

Like pining swans entwined

Footfalls at nightfall close to mine

Suicide is a tried and tested formula for release

I snatch Her whisper like the wind through cedars

See Her face in every natural feature

Midst the mist and sleepy hollows of fever...

With glee deceiving me

Suicide is a tried and tested formula for release

I hear Her voice from where the grave defies Her

Sirensong to sing along, no finer

Suicide notes, harmonised in a minor

Strike a chord with misery

No light nor reef

No unsinkable of romance keeps me

Safely from the stormy seas

Now drowning, resounding

Death-knells pound my dreams

Unthinkable to dredge through this

Listless and lonely winter frieze

A darken sky

This day hereafter dies

Falls swiftly into night

Abd stays within my sight

Staring at the knife

Oh God, how ease it was to sacrifice

My life, to have Her with me

No more a victime of crsade

Where souls are strung from moral palissades

I slit my wrists and quickly slip away...

I journey now on Summerlands

To grace Her lips with contraband

The blaze once in my veins