...And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming... ...my draught of passion hath been deep; I reveled and I now would sleep... Edgar Allen Poe If I have marked a post with #scruffysatyr it is my original work.
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I've Been Staring At My Reflection In The Mirror For Hours Now. I Keep Wondering Where Exactly I Got
I've been staring at my reflection in the mirror for hours now. I keep wondering where exactly I got lost. I don't recognize myself; maybe I never did...
C. W. Armstead, scruffysatyr
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A Time To Bleed
I'm sending a message. Please pay heed
The time has come for me to bleed
Far into the dark, shattered land
With staff and athame I'll make my stand
Tenebrous shadows swell; assault the light
With a flash of magick into the fight
Should you find me at the final rest
Know I passed that solemn test
My soul rides on strong medicine; free
Into the sacred eternally
C. W. Armstead, scruffysatyr
Colors dance to my hearts steady drum
My throbbing body driven nearly numb
Each scratch down my back, exquisite pain
Peculiar pleasures of a madened brain
Moans and sighs enrapture my ears
Lustful music of heavenly spheres
I can not help but be pulled in
Our bodies twisted, bathed sin
Only the stars witness the sight
Of the little death we died tonight
C. W. Armstead, scruffysatyr
Bloody Knife
I cut deeply to free your heart
Only then to see,
The bloody knife was in your hands
And the one who bled was me
C. W. Armstead, scruffysatyr
I was never afraid to dream. I dreamed so hard, so much that I forgot to live.
C. W. Armstead, scruffysatyr
Living
It's now a lonesome latter night
Far into my elder year
And a shadow enshrouded entity
Draws perilous ever near
And now the dreams are memories
That dance across the spheres
Each wink of brilliant color
Is drowned by flowing tears
For I have drank deeply
To soothe my growing fears
A tincture of great power
To speed my aging years
So, as my sweet angel's
Pallid face finally appears
I know I'll soon sleep deeply
Far below the pyres
Now the maddening fever
That throbbed within my brain
Shall no more continue, nor linger
With ever mounting pain
Now I rest so soundly
Nary a trace dare remain
Of the vast sickness that is "Living"
That throbbed within my brain
C. W. Armstead, scruffysatyr