[Suzerain of Sheol]

Hallowing the Hollow

I took up the pen of truth
and went to write the name of oblivion in my soul,
only to find that it was already there.

In the name of symbiotic suffering,
I demand the answer of love.
For sorrows shared, I relent,
and concede to a moment's joy.

I bled out time, collecting every drop,
and made a well for wishing
doom upon each and every star.

We hold hands with broken fingers,
and every reaffirming squeeze
brings comfort side-by-side with pain,
but my grip is growing weaker.

I walked the floor of the abyss
and allowed myself to dream,
giving birth to a cosmos in all its splendor of decay.

This is the underlying sentiment,
the existential crutch and the most insidious of drugs.
This is the vampire's Nirvana, the kiss of a saprophyte angel.
And I will never give it up.