The Ghost of Brighton Moor

Dirty night gown - where have you been?
your flesh pale now - the color of snow
thirteen times the mantra it whispers
and wraps itself around like threads of silver.
The Ghost of Brighton Moor
you'll remember the white veil
and the corpses you left behind
you're tragic legacy, how it chokes and binds.
You walk through darkness, among the nightshade
turning all to black ice underneath your touch
the place you lay is empty of you
you'll never find rest under the elucidation of the moon.
The moor turns like a sinister shadow
with you in its wake
you defile the air with your eerie song
wrap yourself in the veil, for the night will be long.
Your image in the mirror, always breaking and bleeding
just like the multitude of drowing faces in the purple lake
the filament you spun around all you had embraced
how it plaited the chains that now bind your fate.
If only you could reverse the moment
alter it somehow in the book of time
but the saints have cursed your afterlife
and forever your eyelids will be stained in black.

Possession

You - its really you.
I knew it from the moment I saw you.
I could pull you out of a thousand faces.
You are the very breath in my body - the blood coursing through my veins.
The Dark Avenger, my Dark Angel
Black hair
Black wings
You are my salvation.
Here comes the rain again
Im trapped inside again
You're falling down all around me
as the darkness closes in.
"Oh Cathy!
I cannot live without my life!
I cannot live without my soul!"
You will smile and remember it all now.
I know for certain I will find you at the end of time.
You are my possession - as I am yours.
We drank and our last life found us screaming
and the Moirai will bind us together in the next.

The Veil of Maya

The veil of Maya
how you persuasively elude
you take me down your corridors
you entrap me with your tune.
Inside the winding halls
and its mirrored rooms
you cunningly spin your web
thus leading me to my doom.
The sounds are all wrong here
oh the ground how it shakes
the World spins around me - can go on without me
a robot of me, you cannot make.
I will not gaze
through your wired glass eyes
their intent merely to trick
another fallen into the brotherhood of the blind.
I swear I will fight against your every move
don't come too close
the red one, if you'll remember
was the pill I chose.
In truth, I know I will be free of your madness
until I unknowingly slip back inside
but you will only take me as far
as angels can fly.

I want to take you into my own private hell, you wouldnt understand me otherwise. This is the place where I bleed, the place where I am me. Strength always shifts and my soul folds in on itself. The blanket is wet and my dreams are rarely exposed. The masses will never know me, its only for you that I ask this. The wind blows from the north and carries me home, where the red star falls and turns me a deeper hue. The Dream shatters and falls on a cold kitchen floor and you make me bleed all over again, all for your pleasure. I want the solice that I found in a ceramic cup, all those years ago and in the Dream it is still as blue. Youre nowhere to be found, my dark avenger, Im trying to find you, trying to find your blade, needing to be bled again, always the red rose again. But as usual I stare down a darkened well, pulling up the emptiness that fills it.

Bleeding Unconcious
how dark is it in here?
Ive lost my mind to get in here
and now Im climbing my own walls
trying to find a way out.

Blackened Corpses
do you all belong to me?
My own private audience
I speak to the dead
hoping - wishing for some respite.

Trembling Lily
have I shaken you out of existence?
My halls once smelled of you
and the beauty now fades
that once in a memory dripped profusely off the vine.

Maya's Veil
do you really serve a purpose?
I wear you like a cloak
sheiding my being from the truth
hiding who I really am.

unconcious and dreaming.......forever.

Sever

Golden eyes flicker
somewhere in the storm,
You build up my chaos
and I climb in.
Do you remember the rain-
when all turned to ice and snow?
You said hello, its me
as if I wouldnt know.
Your face the same
your eyes still as gold,
You told me and I knew
you would have to walk this road alone.
Alone you had said
without my hand in yours,
we'll meet again you said
I'll meet you on some distant shore.
I'll miss you I said
when the window has covered itself in ice,
and you will look upon my face now
a face you dont recognize.

uninspired

Im waiting for you to see
and I know it.
Cant bleed correctly
with your eyes on my paper,
over my shoulder.
Where Are You?
Why the distance?
You are not in me-
like you should be.
You left and I sit here tonight
searching...obsesively searching
for the clouds in your eyes.

More of the same today...writing, writing, writing till my fingers bleed. Darkness at my left shoulder, the wind at my right. It all somehow makes sense again - this web stuck in between my fingers. The illusive gray tangled mass -I only need to decipher its code and then I can unravel it. Master Smith permeates and controls my mind - synapses singing..."hopelessly adrift in the eyes of the ghost again...down on my knees and my hands in the air again...". Over and over - bleed me dry - its hopeless - the words will never come - they will not set the right way. Too much coffee, Ive swallowed a whole pot today...my usual morning madness has now leaked into afternoon and early evening and Im shaking from a caffine overdose. Half a pack of cigarettes gone after one extended conversation with Shayna. We've decided to make a notebook - a colaborative effort - for the sake of posterity I suppose. We always talk in crazy circles and Im drowning in the afterglow or aftermath, Im not sure which. Such silly little girls we are.

I think its dark and it looks like rain you said
and the wind is blowing like its the end of the world you said
and its so cold like the cold if you were dead
and you smiled for a second
I think Im cold and Im feeling no pain you said
and its all running out like its the end of the world you said
and its so cold like the cold if you were dead
and you smiled for a second
Sometimes you make me feel like Im living at the edge of the world
like Im living at the edge of the world
its just the way I smile you said

~R. Smith (His Excellency)

jet black dreams
a perfect still capturing the both of us
snow white ghosts
are you draining from my pull on you yet?
When we meet again
you'll remember my eyes
you know them well
from somewhere across the moon we bled
once upon a time
we stared and laughed at it all
once upon a time
you drank and I slid deep inside
you on your magic carpet
me in my crystal shard
we laughed and it could not have been more perfect
we drank until we danced - danced and then collapsed
you in the wind
me in the thunder
we made the earth shudder
as we let loose our wrath
so silent now is the grave
for so many years you have been lost to me
is it possible to be again as we once were?
two star crossed lovers - one rage against the world
are you there?
can you still feel me?
is it really you?
my beloved...my angel of darkness?

Angels break the bread
and give me to you
I am slowly drawn out
of my gaping wound
Pretension surrounds me
as they call out my name
You lift up the roses
and toss them away
Black stone
Bleakest red
Barely breathing
Bound and branded by your words
You take me out
then pull me in again
The stars begin to fade now - you look different now
more real to me - like it is in the end.