“The Last Goodbye”
Panic stricken, manic, a savage Wiccan,
Stranded in the desolate Atlantic; pickin’-
Up the pieces of my clusterfucked puzzle,
I once sought a fountain of youth to guzzle,
But alas, wrists gashed, fate had clashed,
And I can’t surpass the lash, unabashed,
With an albatross bound round my being,
Christ upon a cross, my mindless fleeing,
Oh blinded meaning of never neverland,
In this endeavor, how will I ever stand?
Drowning and flailing my arms in hope,
Engulfed by quicksand in search of a rope,
Another victim to a slope so continental,
Everything pitch black and consequential.
Yet Liv looked on with her puppy dog eyes,
As the yule log’s aroma met wintry skies,
Softly she sighs…hugging me tighter still,
A night of lullabies, glowing brighter ‘til,
Peril creeps and I once again feel slightly ill,
Oh Draconian fate…how trite the thrill,
Of the warm embrace of my lover’s face,
Who sought to erase my pain from this place,
Ridiculing God in our snow globe palace,
She’d probe each callous to rid the malice,
That now resides in my bittersweet heart,
Life’s soiree, this morbid array as I depart,
Though unscathed from life’s vicious decay,
Liv would stay until that capricious day.
I quested like Dante through infernal planes,
While Liv fought through maternal pains,
A life eternal was my gift within the flames,
Chagrin with sin, a bloodlust of boiling veins,
Running haggard, breathing coal and ash,
Jaw clenched fending sulfur, my teeth gnash,
As I hear the piercing scream of a baby,
My soul divided, I’m crazy, but just maybe-
Liv’ll outlast the tempest and firestone rain,
Whilst I am lost, succumb, atop a thrown of pain,
My lone terrain where the Cerberus roams,
While the violin’s echo hones in on homes,
Brooding the violence, of my vile ends,
A vision of blood and fire, as my soul descends.
Yet Liv looks on with her puppy dog eyes,
As I seek penance from her in heaven’s skies,
Oh how I despise my arson induced reprieve,
Seduced, a succubine’s juice upon my sleeve,
Damned and naive, I trudge on past Tel Aviv,
Oh hollow hell, let me reach and achieve,
Just one last glimpse at Liv and my daughter,
Who’ll live forever for their loss in the slaughter-
Of a vexed and possessed man on the edge,
I will worship them forever, such is my pledge.
I am a modern day cliché, much like Dorian Grey,
And you can ask any Historian, they’ll all say,
It was not my struggle with a deity, but leprosy,
But please, let me see, how it could be-
Explain to me, the fallacy of my pledge to Satan,
For however crooked I walk, I always straighten-
My path as it steadies towards the core of hell,
My dreams, they cease in this gore hotel,
But Liv still lives, she’ll be forever young,
Because no matter that I was however strung-
I bartered with the Devil for their sake,
I’m sorry my lover, it was my mistake.
"You better hope and pray that you wake some day inside your own world"
- Shakespeare Sister