For Each Man Kills

Orpheus Blade

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    In the weak of the night I have once again found
    A way to apathy's arms
    And this gloom spreads behind me like wings of great bats
    Bare in front of his late evening charm
    And I tread upon it as if all was my kingdom
    To master, the taste of the bite
    The skies have many stars tonight
    And each of them is sharp

    As the pale midnight glow bathes my psyche
    Your window outcasts me outdoors
    Your sharp silhouette cut in yellow light
    As to blind the confetti of ghosts

    A widowed moan then escaped my lips
    I could not rule this wondrous art!
    I poured all my anguish in one silenced wish
    Be a nightmare in your serene fright

    I narrowed my eyes to a slit
    Where her rage was immense to trespass
    My mortal instincts could sense, but see not
    As darkness from darkness parts

    I scorned to her essence, I scorned to her kind
    I have turned my back to them all
    For kindness is but the perversion of kings
    And compassion in their compass foul

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    She has the wild eyes of prey
    To jewel in black skies
    The moon herself in her crest!
    But her eyes bled of acid when I reached out
    To touch the unknown of her chest

    The serpent's voluptuous tongue, and his kiss
    That embedded a frail lament
    Bewailing the spirits of wayward winters
    When he lent me his veins and his fate

    And when all is lost and nothing left in here
    The swirl of the tide where furies rest shall rise
    He shall repay thrice for this forsaken falsehood
    Ban him from the woods, conceal his lying eyes!

    Open your veins for my heart is opaque
    And truth has long left us forlorn
    Man exceeds all beasts; I'll rejoice
    As the wolves in your fine winter mourn

    For each man kills the wilderness
    That lurks in troubled minds
    The creed of prey, the nameless wind
    The passion in the tide

    The deadly need, the phantom crave
    Of what was once and lost
    For he had killed and he had lived
    To disobey his oaths

    And each man kills and you have too
    Your lying tongue judged well
    You killed the beast inside of you
    Dismissed my mortal cells

    For each man kills, and each man slays
    The bleeding hope. And I
    But this man killed in many ways
    Yet this man did not die!

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