you follow me everywhere in my heart.

you follow me everywhere in my heart.
_______________________________

It is you..
who knew
me when I
was Dead..
and know me
still.

(now that
stars fill My
Head.)

You who
cease The
Monsters
Appetite..
and allow
Me to See
Within
Myself..

A Higher
Light.

I cannot
run from
this..

back into
The Dark..

because now
My Soul knows
Bliss.

(and you
follow
everywhere
In My Heart.)

j.s.h.

a light upon my scars

a light upon my scars.
_____________

In This world
of broken meters,
false hearts, and
half-ryhmes..
she is Mine..

She..(My
Parenthetic
Queen.)
who's Love
devours Time..

and puts me
in a Coffin
full of Stars..
which Shine..

(A Light upon
My Scars.)

j.s.h.

more darkness

it needs more darkness.
____________

"Not bad..but..
it needs more
darkness." he
said..twitching
his mustache like
a B-movie satan,
straight from a silent
film.

"More Darkness?"
I asked...before
adding:

"How much more?"

"until Shadows can
no longer see themselves..
and The Night consumes
every Star...hell,...make the
ABYSS cower beneath it's
covers in want of a Night-
Light!..(until everybody
wonders Who You Are.)

"Damn..that's pretty Dark."
I said,..briefly taking the
hat off of my head, and
wiping sweat from my brow.

"I only know one thing
in the world that could
make it That Dark."

"What's that?" The Beast
Asked. (curious now.)

"why.." I replied.

"(My Heart.")

j.s.h.

so much for sanity...

So much for
Sanity he thinks..
this overrated
nonsense..
gone in half a
wink..

Dead Like fake
Colors which
Mimic feelings..

Empty Smiles
to Feed The
Tragic Mimes
standing on the
street corner
climbing fake
ropes and listening
to silent bells
chime...

yes Love..
without you
it's the end
of time.

The End of
All Ends which
will never start
again...

A Heart trapped
in Space devoid
of Stars to show
Lost Sailors The
Way Back To
Better Lands..

but..isn't it
Grand?!

Swimming the
Acid Sea of
Memory devoured
by Sharks
Dead Saints
consider Family...

damn...
it truly is
the end
nardine.

(without
thee)

the source of dreams

the source of dreams.
_____________

I know where
these dreams
"come: from..
but..I don't know
the Source..

if I did...
I'd probably
Kill The gods
of course.

Kill The Concept
of Useless Piety..
that serves a Dead
End Street.

(Kill The Dead
who Try to Make
a God of Me.)

I just know I'm
a Dreamer Love..
and I made a Nightmare
of this...

shook the foundations
of Heaven Above..

and damned them
with Dreams.

(of My Devils
Kiss.)

XIII

something in me truly flawed

there's something in
me truly flawed.
++++13++++++

She tried to see
past all of My Flaws..
but..
there was nothing
left of me..
but A Faceless
Man cowering on
the floor scribbling
Fictions across The Wall
of His Heart with Shit...
Laughing Tears Of Madness
which echoed down
Winding Halls of Broken
Dreams.

How many Dead Walk
through My Head?..
I don't know..
but The Cellophane crackle
in My Ears indicates a Crowd
of The Hungry Bastards..
teeming up to exact some secret
Vengeance for Sins I don't
remember.

Yesterday Hurt Less..but
The Memory of It Now Cuts
More..because that's
How Beauty Works..
teasing the Mind with fleeting
Moments of Joy..which Become
A Nightmare once you can no
longer find it in yourself to
Relive them...Without scratching
out your Eyes in Rage.

(My Eyes are Cursed
however..so They Always
grow Back.)

__

She tried to rid me of My
Devils...but..without Them
there is Nothing in Me...

I'm The Blank Man Standing
in A Room of Shadows,..
choking on White Smoke
fuming From
an Angel's Cigarette..
pretending to Smile at Jokes I
don't Understand,..because Life's
Humor Fucking Sickens Me.

(since The Punchline Ends
in Death.)

How Many Angels Dance
Chaotic Serenades In Here?

Hard to say really...
trying to see through
tears ..their writhing
structures...
adhering to formless
forms...which let me
know...

that..

(There's Something
in Me Truly Flawed.)

jsh

as:the artist formerly known as human being.

The Artist Formerly Known as Human Being.
________________________________

As:
The Artist
(Formerly Known
as Human Being)
I Do Surrender..

For The Angels
Have Lost Faith
In Me.

and No More
Am I Their Lone
Defender!

But Rather A
Priest Of Misery.

(who Shall Practice
What I Preach.)

The Stars are
Not Mine..To
Seek..

From This Dark
where I'm Confined..

Heart and Spirit
Weak...

A Dish on
which Cruel
Demons Dine!

(did you think
it would be Different
This Time?)
_

As:
The Artist
Thirteen.

I stand
Alone.