somthing i wrote, never finished it, mybe you can finish it for me matt. I love you my  prince of darkness

crosses spinning in the air
as you sit upon the chair of redemption
screaming for attention
throne of lies
keep the truth from your dead eyes of consumption
feel the eruption of my corruption
as you fade against my blade
you scream like a banshee
wondering has she
gone all away to see
for me to wonder
can I slumber
against the odds of the gods
of crys and lies
have you ever wondered how to cry
have you ever wondered how to lie
if that is the case
this is not your place
not your solitude
your little fortitude