You do the night no service here.
Your maudlin posings hold no ground.
There is no beauty in this raw death of life.

There's naught to love but much to fear.
Sweet fantasies do so abound
That take such horror happily to wife.

Make light of dark, if you desire.
You can't escape from Satan's fire.
What curious soul upon your death shall then enquire?

Feed me Harlot Moon with blood.
Feed me Harlot Moon with blood.
Feed me Harlot Moon with BLOOD!

Dark gift you call it? - With such lack
Of understanding for the curse.
Pathetic paraphiliac 
Fall down to shame and live the worse.

But harken.  Mark me.  Mock my words
  and winds will blow you'll not believe.
Whole skies of pain will empty rain
  like tears of blood that never grieve.
  Your soul will die and never leave.

*lust*

Give me now my golden comb
As I the wide-eyed cock do crow
To break the early morning's misting
With my shallow seeded song.

Give me now this simple pleasure,
I the cock to crow at dawn.
While others in their beds lie dreaming
Shall I wake worlds I've never known.

*hunger*

I fathom no great meaning in this dust.
My heart desires quite simply what it must.
The eyes that would see heaven feed the beast
That says all appetites must be increased
Beyond all reason till there is no gain.
This testament of lust gives birth to pain.
And in this hungry flesh is made the tomb
That's held my soul a captive since the womb.
But that a soul is there is justified
By this very emptiness inside.

And these have been my days and nothing more,
My time allotted on this pleasant shore.
Their loss has been my loss of so much more.

*craving*

If I could define the limits of my madness,
I would not feel this pain.
Reality is my nemesis.

Somewhere children dodge and dance
In meadows full and bright,
Or huddle underneath the stairs
In hallways of the night.

There is a kind of darkness
To the moon that lights my dreams,
And overlays my waking thoughts
With echoes of my screams.

If I could define the limits of my madness,
I would not feel this pain.
I would not feel this pain.
I would not feel this pain...

*victim*

Kathi is a child of God
The same as you and I.
But while we count our blessings
Kathi sits and wonders why.

   She can't protect against the rage.
   She can't work hard enough to keep
   The love that should have been unearned.
   It's now too costly, far too steep.

Kathi is a child of God
Born to His love and grace.
But she's learned she has to fear,
And hide from shame's embrace.

   She locks her door against the pain,
   And locks her heart against the hurt
   Of hands that clutch a young girl's breast
   And fumble underneath her skirt.

Kathi is a child of God.
His kingdom is at hand.
But the world has told her things
She cannot understand.

   She sometimes tries to turn to stone,
   And sometimes tries to fly.
   She sometimes tries to love herself,
   And sometimes tries to die.

Kathi is a child of God.
His promises are given.
The perfect child she holds within
She holds within her heaven.

   She silent screams across her skin
   With blades that cut and score.
   Her blood wells up like empty tears,
   And falls upon the floor.

Kathi is a child of God.
His redemption is her share.
But now she reaches out for love
From those who do not care.

   She stalks through nights of callous dreams
   That stink of lust and sweat
   Still searching for a preciousness
   She hasn't found as yet.

Kathi is a child of God
The same as you and I.
But while we count our blessings
Kathi sits and wonders why.

*despair*

I put on my past transgressions like a winter coat
buttoned fast against the cold to keep me warm.
I see how winds have torn your hair.
I feel the chill as ice melts in your eyes.
Is there no safe place for me?
Some refuge from this home that does such harm?

I trim my beard and let my hair grow long.
I wear my shroud of indecision.
Still the mirror traps me in a smile.
What does it mean?
What does it mean?
Are there no metaphors to mend
the broken love that lies upon the floor?
Can I bear this sorrow for a while?

I used to dance with you and sing.
I wished for you a child's world never ending.
I see instead the pain that I have brought.
I see instead the price I never paid.
How can I tell you now how hard I fought?
My heart is broken with your kiss.
How can this spirit still be so unbending?

I put on my past transgressions like a winter coat
buttoned fast against the cold to keep me warm.
I walk down streets to winter's icy blast
of memory that plays me like a pawn.
And yet I know it cannot last.
A spring must come.
An end to this must come.