For Misery

I slow dance with Misery, to obscure melodies

As she presses her impassive body against mine

And I liquefy beneath her familiar embrace:

The cool static resonance of a remembered form

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I slow dance with Misery, entranced by dark beauty

Her warm, welcome limbs coil around my wasted heart as

We writhe in perfect time to its slow erratic beat

Beneath the heavy arch of distilled shadows twisting

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I slow dance with Misery, to obscure melodies

We are born of dying worlds; the tense of murdered dreams

Where lurid worms of pithy eat holes in lonely hearts

While blackened, shadowed labyrinths of dark thought are casting

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I slow dance with Misery, entranced by dark beauty

She presses her wet lips against my wanting ear and

Teasingly whispers promises of oblivion

And the permanent release of all this stirring pain

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I slow dance with Misery, to obscure melodies

She kisses me beneath the tick of striking hands and

Her serpents tongue fills my mouth and mutes the moans of bliss

As she slides a razor blade into my lustful hands

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I slow dance with Misery, entranced by dark beauty

I artfully carve her name into my wasted heart

And watch as the ink of unspoken words fills the wound

And then tints it still the pestilence of shaded black

I slow dance with Misery