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Blood Memory

June 30, 2012

Blood Memory (Suicide By Society)

Whether I be alive
Or dead
You go to my head
When I revive what you said;
True love, while horror 
vainly shrieks I’ve been misled,
Like the thin shadow of a
a black alley cat,
Will you spin this pale
corpse
one more time in a trance
on the dance floor?
What once made love,
Useless artifact,
Decomposing like the
memory of romance,
Silent lips lack tact,
fading flesh makes love no more,
All the starlight, from cold dead places far away,
as power fades
in the universe that gave you a thrill,
You will see, if you succeed in your plot to kill,
what you really
Saw as me, was the ghost of me from somewhere else, you know not where,
For I was dead long before
I gazed into your eyes-
Blood Memory
Blood Memory
The dead love in all their finery
Ego sequi ad sidera, 
Were you in love
With a chimera?
Goodbye my future love,
When I am gone,
look below and look above,
I’m higher than heaven,
And lower than hell,
You’ll never figure it out,
As my blood splashes 
Imaginary roses on your
Vanity, so you’ll decide
On a drink, and say oh well, give up trying to decipher the poems of my Blood Memory,
For you were seeking dominance, mistaking
it for power, and I was something else you see,
I let you get away,
I let you get away,
What will you do when you can’t find me in the tapestry of dreams,
Only to see your eyes closed there, mouth open in orgasmic screams,
And I’ll be Somewhere sipping new wine from a tapestry glass,
a future we made,
That was built to last,
Like an urgent message
From a lover in the past, 
a secret name,
a pair of sapphire angel
mates entombed in midnight city thoroughfares,
Some lights shine brighter than galaxies,
in the knowing eyes of girls,
oh Bright One,
You never guessed
the Prince Of Midnight Star Songs who loves you most is iconoclast,
You thought you destroyed his ego, erred in saying that his love was meaningless,
weakness, mistook identity for pride
But I will always haunt
your past,
dead at last while inviting you to haunt my future,
Where I’m free at last,
and if I be the last alive on earth, call me hellflower, for I’ll revive you first,
And the stars won’t sing;
Hoch Heilig Hoch ,
Holleblume,
They’ll sing loving wonder at your rebirth,
In lyrics of light first written 
as the patterns of my blood when you killed me,
my blood memory
Blood memory

Oh may my blood be the rose petals that you walk
on when you march to
The altar to marry my
psychedelic sunset ghost,
May my last dying sigh,
hover endlessly up and down your perfumed body’s coast,
is this the last song to you or the first of infinity,
as my heart beats
love for you from your thrust to my throat,
splashing sonnets
of passion on your
vanity, 
My blood memory
My blood memory

Have a diatribe with the Teardrop Scribe, his
words of love for you
were not forced by you.
He saw the innocence
polluted until it became
the evil that you do.
Why destroy yourself
when you could destroy the world instead?
And that is why my poems
are worth more to you
if I am dead.
You cast me as a villain,
I will do my best to play the part,
and you’d do best to save this world,
by putting your love’s dagger through
my heart, 
I give you this clue,
to save the world for you.

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