Darkly Dreaming Demographic.

Where weird shit hits bizarre fans.


October 2020

Katherine, let me love you…

Accept me dear Katherine,

Though its more than I deserve,

Pierced by loves cruel javelin,

Although it feels trite, absurd.

Leave so much left unanswered,

So many things left unsaid,

Yet still I am enamored,

You linger in my bullhead.

Never false or saccharine,

I loved your every aspect,

I’d give my life, Katherine,

But you simply won’t accept.


There are flowers in…

And it hurts, everytime,

…my heart, growing thorns.

And I won’t see you…

…again, you’re not a person,

You’re my friend, if we…

We meet, just by chance,

Can we kiss and can we dance?

If we meet just by…

Twin flame cold stone

Bereft I lie listlessly,

Do I give up or persist?

The love you spern carelessly,

It seems hopeless to insist.

Would you have me disappear?

Just fade into the shadows,

True, that would be easier,

Than for you to feel exposed.

Think about what could’ve-been,

If I had but one request,

That vile fate not contravene,

And then leave me so bereft.

Your weight on my chest

Rely on me utterly,

Put your faith in God’s design,

You guard your heart stubbornly,

I would take it to enshrine.

I will be your champion,

My chest will be your pillow,

Dream of wondrous Avalon,

Beneath a weeping willow.

I pray my love awakens,

In my arms under blue-sky,

Never tire of embraces,

On that love, you can rely.

Way out here

You want to leave me,

Will you leave me in your mind?

Think of me some time.

You want to keep me,

Will you help keep me alive?

Cause suicides too…

Too much on my mind,

Cause the way I am wont change,

Til I stop asking.

Pagan Hearts

Open, my heart unburdened,

A gift for you love, only,

Our fate not yet determined,

To take and love you boldly.

Give me your hand beloved,

Let me kiss your lips softly,

And make us both believers,

In purest love so costly.

Leave not those words unspoken,

Your eyes the deepest ocean,

The chain of fate unbroken,

To me your heart must open.

God of Ravens

Fickle heart so tremulous,

Fear not the god of ravens,

No spite, wrath nor petulance,

Only the sweetest avens.

I sought your hand earnestly,

And yet you still pull away,

To wait for you faithfully,

Until that fated someday.

Open our hearts utterly,

A flood not just a trickle,

The truth not mere flattery,

The tides of love less fickle.

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