In due time, I will let you crawl the the wells of my heart and bury the blades deep within .

Mourn not as fragments of stone and sparks impales your skin and sets me to, The Opaque .

The introitus Ether .

The intervented Abstruse .

The enigmatic Plague .

Far away in the burning forest of bygones and black winter roses ,

I shall tap my shoes to the dance of the imps .

Put the poison pill to my ear, and .

Sovereign the explicit somberness of me and a deathly blood sucking dove .

And to you too, Bane .

I will predure with the nihility of it all .

I want to .

I need to .

Kiss the lipless .

Love the lackadaisical .

Chase the chasms .

Loll in annihilation .

and then .

Venerate in the voidance .

Aftermath .

Ahh .

Cradle the scabrous murrhine well, will I .

Scintillate the palest muave, will my molten eyes .

But pity, not my pith . nor my gist .

Crippled to nothingness .

I will bow,

Toward the broken grass of my quintessence .

There, mighty myriads leave their trail .

Trace .

Scent .

I shall let my silver shadow play drown,

In the river of pother tonight ,

on your rufous specked empyrean .