I am the silence between the breaths you take.

I am that little bit of darkness each time you blink.

Nothing much until you look at all that you missed...

Elusive and yet everywhere.

When you finally can look past what your eyes can see and hear what is not sound.

That is when you will find me.

Walking away...
It's time to let go...
The pain's gotten too bad,
And i won't let you see the dance of the sick.
It's time to find where the hemlock and nightshade grows,
I won't knock on his door.
I'll kick it in and kiss the devil on the lips,
I'll place a rose between Death's teeth and play dead at an angel's feet.
When they've all turned their backs and walked away I'll disappear.

 The black night shielding my tainted essence,

the glaring moon a hateful eye,

watching as i creep like shadow,

wondering through a fog of bloodlust

lost in a world of painful sweetness,

succumb to evil joy.

 save me oh god who i have doubted

sinned and drank the virgin blood,

wept and consumed the soul's tart liquid,

A collection of prose and poetry submitted to VO in 2009.

The clock ticks away on the wall.
A guitar plays softly somewhere,
looking out over the see of soft light.
I'm back home.
Graves make my path down the hall,