An Apology

Hello Blogosphere
Didn't see you standing there
It's been a while

I should like to apologise
For my absence was not my intent
I've missed this

I have something of a backlog
Fragments from these past days
This passion has not died

Let the record now show
That Terrence Anathema is back on
The show will go on

Haiku 44

Hey who left this here

And why do I feel a bleak

Vague presence tagging

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The Last Gift

It is a night of sorrow, a song of dark desire,
wolves vent their loneliness.
The immortal one rises.

Night shrouds her brooding form,
a timeless wanting.

Her ebon hair cascades over
pale and tragic shoulders,
and her full scarlet lips part slightly,
to taste the blood streaming
from the pale flesh beneath her.

Now a night of ecstasy,
I remember her.

Remembrance of my Death

Around, all around, the mourners gather.
My dread grows as doom's scythe falls against my heart.
It severs me, and darkly my vitae drips
to the fallen despairing leaves.
In existential dread I call your name
while oblivion surrounds me.
Now alone, my love falls upon uncaring eyes.

This is because of you.

Heaven Shunned

Slender beams of accusation enter

this darkened chamber as I kneel,

always forlorn, always sorrowful,

frozen here,

waiting.

Accusing forms wrought in panes of glass loom

as dust dances in the air,

forming an image in my mind,

searing my shamed soul.

Tears on my face,

I raise my head, 

now embracing

this aloof mortality.

Tanka 3

I am lost in dreams
I know not who I am now
Identity gone
The world shatters before me
Then I awake, and it's true

At Least We Have Each Other

I want to ask you a favour
Would you please break me down
Spread the ashes in the wind
It would mean so much to me

Shatter my bones and
Inhale the shards and
Bathe in my marrow and
Drown in my blood

In doing so you will see me
The me without my mask
The me without my lies
The real me would be exposed

Wouldn’t you like that?
To see me before I’m gone?
Drink in my true person?
Meet me the first and last time?

I want to ask you a favour
Would you please push me too far
Watch me crack under the weight
See me break under your love

Then rebuild me and
Try to fix me and
Stand me up and
Fuck my broken shell

In doing so I’ll see you
With your support for me
With your love for me
The real you would be exposed

Wouldn’t you like that?
To have me bow to you?
Bend my knee in your honour?
Meet you once again?

Throw yourself over me
Shroud me from the truth
Pull me over you
Hide yourself from rebuke

Save me
Save me
Save me
I can’t be saved

But still, in my time of need
My want of freedom
From this life of mine
I have to confess to you

I still love you
I still love you
I still love you
I still love you