crimson flows my molten heart with 
sorrowed passion.
red, red eyes sealed with wax and amber.  
sarcophagus.  blind from lust, 
for its purpose I live, my mission
and emission programmed for all time.  
crush my mind, my soul, my power for the want of release. 
evade me, my dreams, that I may wallow in pride 
of fleshy memories and members.  no peace
for piece, by piece I am undone, cattle ride
their master into the night for an ounce
of satisfaction I cannot have.  leper's blood
is all I have to offer as the hot cats pounce
to feast on dry bones of a withered god.
hiding in the light, brittly split and broken,
a token dreamer in a forest of infinity.
iron is my maker, velvet my foil, unspoken
words my epitaph.  blood is spilt for sanity.


copyright William F. DeVault (wfdv)