I Don't Know How To Love, At Least Not Anymore. I Think Perhaps Being Able To Love And Be Loved Is A

I don't know how to love, at least not anymore. I think perhaps being able to love and be loved is a skill that few have, and many more forget.

C. W. Armstead, scruffysatyr

My Demons Won...

My demons won last night

I awoke alone, unable to fight

Familiar madness claimed my mind

My failing sanity could not find

A surcease, to torments so far, so near

Whilst empty faces did appear

A wicked smile, a cursed grin

The despair and panic forced its way in

And now, no dreams to bid me sleep

I tear my flesh and only weep

For lustrous,shimmering bygone days

Before my passions and loves parted ways

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

Look My Way

The suffering of a love unrequited

Afflicted with mounting joy despite it

Through peculiar addlement of brain

Transcending pleasure; embracing pain

All for dreams of increasing folly

Absorbed too deep in melancholy

Having lost hope, accepting doubt

That feverish beating, I ripped it out

Scalding my heart in sulphrus flame

I scarcely even knew your name

And yet you stand before me still

A haunting dream I cannot kill

Exacting upon me a heavy toll

The loss of my eternal soul

A price I'd all to eagerly pay

If only you would look my way

C. W. Armstead, scruffysatyr

Gray Musings

Gazing heedless to the sky

Oh, how time does flit and fly

Dreams on once my heart did soar

Now come again, no more

Traded now for memories

Gray hair and false pleasantries

Withered skin and brittle bones

Inherent the body now youth has flown

The wisdom gained small recompense

For a life wasted in the decadence

Of a passion enflamed bygone past

But now the final die is cast

To lay me down in this spot

And let my withered body rot

Sinking into blackest ground

Where ne're my bones are found

C. W. Armstead, scruffysatyr

Pledge

Pagan drums in the night

Secret ritual beyond sight

Naked bodies dancing, entwined

Clasping hands in sacred bind

Pledge of body and soul, and mind

Love forever, transcending time

C. W. Armstead, scruffysatyr