| Laudanum Skull |
| The shine is sipped |
| Then exquisitely drained |
| I find the grip in my gut |
| Is religiously pained |
| Borne for a spiritual gain |
| I embrace this catharsis |
| The taste of this forbidden fruit |
| One taste, I’m in thrall to the darkness |
| And yes, I guess |
| I’m a willing recruit |
| The shine is sipped |
| Soporific and caned |
| I dream the seizing of the keys |
| To the astral plane |
| Deep in this decadent sleep |
| The shine is sipped |
| Then exquisitely drained |
| I find the grip in my gut |
| Is religiously pained |
| Borne for a spiritual gain |
| I embrace this catharsis |
| The taste of this forbidden fruit |
| One taste, I’m in thrall to the darkness |
| And yes, I guess |
| I’m too eager to loot |
| This eve is thrilled by toasts |
| And the stars intoxicate me |
| Here in sweet arms |
| My heart is swimming with the sallow moon |
| Hearing the psalms |
| Her secret altar |
| My pen is quilled with hosts |
| And they foster flotsam poetry |
| Wing me the past |
| The now and then weds with the all too soon |
| I mean it to last |
| My soul is burning |
| I bid thee night night |
| Opiate daze |
| Takes me until daybreak |
| It sees me right right |
| Set in my ways |
| Utopian worlds await my coming |
| Living in the red in a black |
| And white sea |
| Never on the level of illuminata |
| Dancing with the dead in the cemetery |
| I’m running with the devil with the |
| Most stigmata |
| I embrace this catharsis |
| The taste of this forbidden fruit |
| One taste, I’m in thrall to the darkness |
| And yes, I guess |
| I’m a willing recruit |
| My marriage to the baggage of life and |
| Death’s annulled |
| Here in sweet arms |
| My heart is swimming with the sallow moon |
| Hearing the psalms |
| Her secret altar |
| A greater plan has hatched in my |
| Laudanum skull |
| Drinking the balm |
| She’s the painted, tainted hand of doom |
| Sinking to calm |
| My manic psalters |