Vitriol
Locked in Thine Frothing Wisdom
What beyond sorrow stills in your furnace?
Does my love survive your initiatory death?
May I carry its madness with me into hell?
For what other fire could forge within me the steel of your conviction?
And if this love dies in your arms
If your sight blinds to the flight of the dove
What creature soars in her stead?
What ecstasy of power
What truer love
Is awarded in such great murder?
What new soul awaits beyond the sacrifice of the human heart?
How deeply must it flow
The fruit of truer death
That I could stand above
A memory as gilded
Hold mе past the dream
Steer my passions far from the wеakness of lesser darkness and the sugar of god's bribe
Lest I become another whore of light's tribe
Or hollowed dog of death
Shepherd of the unchained brood
I will cool thine righteous hate
When summer seeks to heal
And I will stoke its flames through the winter rain
I will weave within it golden stitches of reason
Pinning reckoning beams from the mind of the morning star to my receiving heart
You held me in damnation
(A discovery without salvation)
Showed me all things wicked
(The cracks within cracks)
Awoke me with the sobering cruelty of a father
I have laid upon thine spears
Driven deep their many wisdoms
My hour of contempt is once again upon me
Hold me past the dream
Steer my passions far from the weakness of lesser darkness and the sugar of god's bribe
Lest I become another whore of light's tribe
Or hollowed dog of death