slumbering in the fires

melancholia, or the darkening of the blood. in the deepest part of the night, (3:23 a.m. to 4:47 a.m.) i take great comfort in the ...

the future billows into the winds, whipping the last trees. and in the lowly rustle we lose our way. marching, oh so bravely, into...

you, supine in your divinity, as these perfect days prove to be our last. and out hearts give over to chaos and madness. the sky i...

this is what i become, in this space as i fight in the insomniac hour against my shriveling will it radiat...

we turned back and watched the ashes in the sky, our hopes lay gasping and the concrete burning beneath our feet.

from the west the winds will tear the sinew from our bones. in this bleak light our tattered hearts rest.

and all this, i did while you slept i sheared the mountains i ignited the oceans i filled your soul with sorrow i did this i did ...

let the sky fall down into the inimical and jaundiced ocean let the mountains burn and the fevered world gasp

in the miscellany of these days, i can feel it come swelling, gripping my skull tightly. constricting my breast. choking m...

i've spilled it on myself again, this darkening trouble, this deepening sorrow, harboring this lament into and through the swee...

in this twilight it seeps into my marrow. i can feel its darkness set into my skeleton, it reconfigures the bone, my structure. as t...

now the shadows speak softly the night slithers away. and it is usually in these predawn hours that i long for the eternity of ...

how we loved the yearning of the views unbroken

...and from the earth lightning cracked into the ruinations of the extinct sky

the gift of the six golden kings grows into our empty dawn

floating through the black mists of our feigned sanctity

the pining rain and the hot tar roofs

the embers of hope slain by our enterprise glow dimly in the choking night

now we build towers for our wilting hearts

a melancholy descent