Yesterday's memories and melodies.

There's a moment in life
when all the years will pass by
and the eyes filled with tears
we once shed
we recognize failures
the desperate cries
of the ones who believed in our lies

Bus Driver Texting and Driving

Awake

Sunlight shines
On the clothes that lay on a chair
A desk covered in clutter
The floor covered in hair.

It shines on a figure, so thin and frail
It shines on his skin, so sick and pale
It shines on the wall, where for so long
I have stared
Breaking the spell of authentic despair.

As my eyes come into focus
I turn to face to face the room
The movement from the sheets creates a breeze
Sweeps the dust from its place.

It so quietly swarms
And hangs in the air
It shines in the light
And makes me aware.

Death is looming in here
And it's getting to you
Under dust, over time
It has been burying you.

It now stirs up the room
As it enters my sight
Rising up from the dark
From the surface it lies.

As if hinting to me
To choose day over night
To leave all of this dark
And seek the warmth of the light.

Outside this room where my life wastes away.

DellaMorte

Im bored....

Necrophilia, Necrophila

"calm down, its ment to be tongue 'n cheek."

During their eternal sleep
the dead are buried deep
I'll dig one up and take it home
so I won't have to be alone
Necrophilia, necrophilia
I have my way with the dead
sleeping with the cadaver in my bed
Into the night
I'll hold the peices of the lifeless body tight
the sweet scent of death on which I thrive
makes my body twist and writhe
Necrophilia, necrophilia
in love with the dead
kissing a decapitated head
Making love to the dismembered corpse
my mind and body warps
bathing in the beauty of death
the body doesn't draw a breath
Necrophilia, necrophilia
I have my way with the dead