The Darkness In Me

In a world weathered frame,

my burning veins can... 

enter the dominion leek.

The darkness in me.

The figure of the Mona Lisa 

hanging up in my Jesus mausoleum. 

The dark world is the light submarine

in the tombs of the living flesh.

That temple is there.

The death in the trees.

Set my darkness free.

In every busy bee.

Stubborn heart,

that hold out wrathful cries.

In the dense of night.

I'll still the hatred in

me.

For another death in me.

That is another bones and dust

on my idolatry.

The darkness in me- is the empty shells

collected upon the land.

Dust in man.

Lacuna coil,

to the sacrifice of hers.

Dancing naked in the host of stars

are 

birthed from density itself.

Empty shell- walk the chalk line.

Is the retribution to, the liar.

Doom, death and destruction are brethren. Your side

of darkness in me.