The Sight of an Angel Weeping

There is a blindness for which I yearn.

The moonlight goes through my eyes,

Gets into my skin and upon my ears

Is the melody of an angel weeping.

Wherever I dare to lay my eyes upon,

There is the sight of an angel weeping.

My weary eyes, open not!

My miserable sight, perished be!

My wicked soul, redeemed not,

Wailful will cherish thee.

For Those Who Wish to Know

Sleep when you must

For the night is not kind.

Its stars shine not on me,

Or you, or anyone awake at night.

Hopefully told stories are lies

And all the cheerful melodies

Are composed by imposters.

Be not fooled by the daylight

For those who were birthed purified

Played foul

Just like you

And just like me.

You... and I,

We must be purified

On a night like this.

A truthful night, if ever be,

Should be the end of you... and me.

May Mercy Be Upon Those

I kneeled before none but my mind

And I died before the end of my time.

Now, pour me whiskey as my soul wanders

Around the ones that betrayal surrenders.

None of the promises are kept,

And all the wives wept.

Tonight, we die again.

Care to join us,

The treasonous?

The Importance of a Well-Deserved Nap

A lady with a piercing, right below her lips

When my good friend's hand was on her hips

Poured me another glass of wine

And tried to convince me that on a normal day

Among me and my friend, her body would not lay

And she wouldn't be in this unholy place

Where her beauty was no longer a grace.

My fingers, weary as they are,

Soon met her dripping desire.

She whispered: "My lust, as it's rusted,

Is only for you. With him, I'm disgusted."

I said: "My fair young lady,

Never let your beauty

Lose its grace."

The lady, with a piercing right below her lips

Left without a grace on that lazy afternoon,

And I took a nap.