1. THE GHOST OF A STRANGER

Infatuated with the corpse
An exact image of what it was just a moment ago
A ball gag suppresses the last breath that it ever took
My body is bathed in the warmth of blood
Never thought that it would
Have kept me warm on this very fateful night
But now I know that those screams were not of pain but they were my ecstasy
Its white skin is illuminated under pale moonlight
Reminiscent of fresh snowfall
The patterns formed by shadows and its hair make each square inch unique
My lips still burn from the last time that I uttered its proper name
Those thin wrists seem to melt in my hands
My flesh on its flesh with gravity on my side
I should, but won't, tread lightly on it
My garments lay in shreds with the last of my humanity
Brushing the hair from its face I am locked into a dead stare
Its open pupils act as a mirror and they are reflecting back at me
Not who I am but, what I have become
I pledge allegiance to this husk, giving it all that i've got
Pushing my power in
And absorbing its life as mine, becoming one with it
I unclasp the ball gag and inhale its death


2. ALL DARK GRAVES

Shovels pierce the horizon bridging the barrier
Between what's and what's deceased
And the symbiotic nature of all that's between
No matter who or what lies 'neath
Life carries on above unphased by the everlasting
Absence of the slowly rotting
Delving deeper, darkness falls, corrosion sets in
As life begins to fall apart
Shapeless beings call forth to be one with them
Achieving immortality through the process of decomposition
The selfish request of a treacherous host
Everything does take life, even the earth must feed
Approaching the barren wasteland
Nothing to set one space from another
Lungs collapse from lack of air
Digestion has started
There is no turning back
Atomization occurs forcing fragments
Of the former in opposite directions
Some upwards through to the surface
And others into the abyss
To be forever forgotten
For life will carry on above


3. LEICA

I heard you call through our wall
Weaving your tale through our minds eye
A direct embodiment of your wanton faith
You command me as I'm unknowingly
Succumbing to your ways
Disgusting, yet so intriguing, I recant my beliefs
Accepting your false idols as my own, forsaking mine
I will be reborn and pure blood will line the land
I am just a fool, masked and anonymous
The final test lies just ahead
The swordsman have chosen me
I will die
I heard you call me from over the sea
I heard you call bringing me to this place
Once meek and on a perilous path
Now guided every step of the way
Light the fire and cast me in
Knowing the meaning of sacrifice
I will be the burning heart in the chest of the wicker man
I believe in the eternal life through sacrificing myself to you
I believe in the everlasting life
Achieving the death of a martyr for you