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In love, with the ghost of you

Posted by Old Bill on March 13, 2010 at 1:13 AM Comments comments (8)


I watch the flowers wither
crosses on roadsides grow putrid with age
you lie with a demon
named...

(Bastard)

He is the spoonman
The stealer of lips I once kissed
hands I once held
He...

(DIES!)

Lies to your ignorant ears
hearing what you wish to hear
lusting for every pubix
and curve of breast.


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In blood, thy kingdom come

Posted by Old Bill on March 13, 2010 at 1:06 AM Comments comments (5)

And wretched beasts from Babylon aroused from slumber
inch as wyrms toward golden cities, stench of death in the
magnificent blood of their distended entrails while headless
children masquarade as broken dolls flogged for breathing
tales of adulthood dreams of sex and death and blood and
bells of monastaries ring tuneless with the dust of time
I see your grime and it disgusts, repells the essence of love
or at least some semblence therei...

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FUCK CHRISTMAS

Posted by Old Bill on December 20, 2009 at 12:10 PM Comments comments (6)

Fuck Christmas

Oh tis the season and yuletide sorrows
trim the mishapen tree with silver woes
While death claims the hungry in the streets
and the abused writhe in death throes.

Bells are ringing for the dead
snow covered graves remain unplowed
Mother Mary suckles a "candy" cane,
While drunk wise men sing out loud.

Fat man in a jolly red suit and sleigh,
With a sack of go...

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Blood stain on the wall

Posted by Old Bill on November 11, 2009 at 10:22 PM Comments comments (6)

Blood stain on the wall



Well she's not very pretty to look at
  She's dumb and petty and small.
     And if I were not such a good man,
         She'd be a bloodstain on the wall.

..........................................................................


I've been here in a long, lonel...

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Lament

Posted by Old Bill on September 14, 2009 at 11:37 AM Comments comments (9)

LAMENT



Blood.


Lost in Arcadia.
Beyond the fruit trees of Dinsburough,
where warm pulp breeds maggots
and the gizzard stones lie
in tiny little piles.

Rest will not come hither
evil thoughts slither
snakes in obsequious torment

No sleep 'til 'the Hollow'
comes into view.

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Bloodlick

Posted by Old Bill on August 25, 2009 at 5:20 PM Comments comments (4)

 

bloodlick

Bloodlick
sick and sensual
masturbate me with a fistful of nails
kiss me...
with a mouthful of glass.


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Skulljackets and Bloodholloweyes

Posted by Old Bill on June 26, 2009 at 8:52 PM Comments comments (7)

Skulljackets and bloodholloweyes
Bade the scythe...come hither
For the slither of thy serpent
coils and burrows in my gullet.

The Trees will attack with lifeless limbs
scraping flesh as the demon rapes
no escape in this world, maybe the next
I have been to battle...and broken.

 

Young heathens, leather clad London boys
pewter balls in gloved hands...accept the wall.
Fast as the shark in seas of blood
and you swallowed.  Filthy...

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Chains of fate

Posted by Old Bill on June 16, 2009 at 11:18 AM Comments comments (5)

Chains of fate.



When the walls of the abattoir

were ripe with putrid hate

steel chains of fate, bound me to her

Crying tears of lost angels

ah yes but she was tainted

and I lost all sight of benevolence.

Hate me...

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Lenore

Posted by Old Bill on May 28, 2009 at 1:30 AM Comments comments (8)

Lenore

Come hither young lass, for I love thee.

Thy tresses a honeygold blessing
Swords of f...

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Bloodstained

Posted by Old Bill on May 20, 2009 at 9:39 PM Comments comments (3)

Bloodstained

 

 



And you have to inquire

"Lenore?"



For the crimson slivers of wood

invade the sanctity of blue veins

mere skeins

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