A WALK ON THE DARK SIDE

Have you ever

Taken a walk

A walk alone

On the dark side?

If not then come,

Come away with me

Come take a walk

On the dark side.

 

Be afraid

Be very afraid

Things are not pretty

On the dark side.

Things that revolt you

Yet things that enthrall you

Things that breed

On the dark side.

 

Why don’t you come

Come away with me

To walk hand in hand

On the dark side?

I will make your skin creep

I will make your flesh crawl

If you but walk with me

On the dark side.

 

You shall drown in your fears

You shall be fettered by your tears

If you but walk one day with me

On the dark side.

You shall sell me your soul

You can never again be whole

If you but walk one day with me

On the dark side.

 

Not far away from home

Not far away at all

Lies the entrance

To the dark side.

Look in your mirror

See the ice cloud your eyes

And you will find the entrance

To the dark side.

For it is chilly down there

An all consuming chill

Your marrow will freeze

When you reach the dark side.

You will wish to be in hell

For its fires would keep you well

But it cannot be so

On the dark side.

 

I see the temptation in your eyes

I feel desire within you rise

You wish to walk with me

On the dark side.

Death is just an escape

It satisfies not you palate

You wish for the icy touch

Of the dark side.

 

So come away with me

Oh do come away

Come watch the hawks prey

And come watch Satan play.

And come be imprisoned

For eternity and aye

Come be imprisoned

On the icy dark side.

 

 

 

ERRORS OF DEMENTIA

I don’t care for your pity

so keep it to yourself

I despise you and your empathy,

I loathe your kindness.

 

I am one, I am alone

so don’t care for me because I care for none.

I am bitter and I am gay

and this is the way that I intend to stay.

 

Consumed by grief, overcome by remorse,

embittered by rage, no sight of repose.

A less than nothing, a simple nobody

I smile but my jaws ache with hypocrisy.

 

I laugh and my laughter rings hollow in my ears.

Its been years since I last cried

but inside I drown my tears.

 

Humble in my pride, I am rich in my poverty.

Cruel in my kindness, I goad myself

beyond self-pity.

 

Loathing consumes me, loathing for me alone.

For I am something beyond despicable,

and that cuts me to the bone.

 

A pervert, a leper, an object of despair,

or maybe a freak with a mind beyond repair.

Miserable in my own existence, yet loving every moment of it,

I am a genii without powers, an insignificant hobbit.

 

In sync with reality, out of sync with myself,

I’ve been cut, dried and french-fried

by this pain I just can’t express.

 

 

I’ve been skinned, skewered and butchered,

Roasted and toasted,

And yet I’ve been discarded

before even being tasted.

 

As gooey as chocolate, as bitter as gourd,

I am the reality

that just can’t be ignored.

 

I lust for my soul,

for I feel a void within me,

My angst-ridden heart is overridden by depravity.

 

I yearn for euthanasia but shrink from kamikaze

I am no more than an overused piece of clay.

 

Mindless and meaningless are words that best describe me

as they do this epithet that I lay before thee.

So burn it, trash it, discard it and then

confine me, imprison me and say Amen