Duncan Midnight

[duncanmidnight]

The poorness of my heart

Such are the beggars,

Crawling on the dirt

That you stepped on,

Reaching for you

But never touch you,

Looking at you like a fortune

That's just out of reach...

And between their crooked voices

I only watch you in awe and disgust

As you sway your curves like lace whips,

With your frozen eyes, cracked...

And on me fixed.

I won't beg for your sin,

That sates the brain not the heart.

I won't beg for your frozen eyes

To crack my ragged skin.

I won't beg

To have them melt in my heart.

I won't beg...

To feel your moon skin

Pressed against mine,

And how those razor lips

Scratch my neck

Between your breaths.

My poor heart,

So eager to get stuck in your fangs

As you tear your veils in front of me,

To choke on your words

Until they become moans.

I won't beg...

As you kiss my sanity with cravings,

As I gasp for air underneath your scent.

I will crack my lips with thirst

And you will lick the blood beneath them.

I will drown myself in your bitter lust.

I won't beg....

For something you've already done

[duncanmidnight]

For you, Rose.

I shall not hear the barking

You used to call me with.

I shall not feel the warmth of your fur

Nor the ragged scratches of your paws...

You will never fear the storm ever again,

Yet I shall be afraid of it for you.

It shall crack the sky with your voice,

And I shall look back to search for you.

It will pour down, but never again on you...

It shall pour down

Against the earth that covers you.

I shall blame myself for letting you die by it,

To curse its name for taking you away from me...

How could I?

To hate something for mere existing,

For having you in it's arms instead of me.

I wished only for a quick death,

For never hear your voice beg...

Beg?

As I begged it,

To let me do it myself,

To grant me this punishment

And be the one that took you away.

I wish I was there

So you can hear apologies

As your eyes closed.

I wish I was there to tell you I was proud,

And that you were the best.

I can barely look now.

How such a beautiful soul

Now sleeps in a bed of dirt.

I put you inside,

I tucked you in earth,

Put the cross to be sure,

Yet I still feel you...

I still hope I will look behind me,

And happily you will run at me.

I wish I did more,

For now it didn't seem enough.

I wish I could tell you

That I died with you,

That the part of me you made

Followed you.

It dark outside...

We used to stay together now,

Running and playing.

I hope you can forgive me

For not knowing what you suffered,

For not talking your way.

I hope you can forgive me

For becoming a stray.

[duncanmidnight]

Wolf mother

How she steps

On the porcelain snow,

With curves covered by blizzard,

Tucked in fur

To keep her thirst warm.

She growls in lust,

She howls in giggles,

She dances between the trees,

And she lunges at me.

Her claws dig in,

Her fangs caress my neck,

My breath runs with the wind,

Carrying her name.

She circles me,

Toys with me,

Looking like I'm a cottontail rabbit

Ready to be drenched in sin.

She whispers my name,

My ears stand upright...

Curiosity?

Danger?

To hop towards her feet,

To run from her amber gaze,

To...

To stand still

As she licks my neck with hunger.

I feel her,

Tearing at my soul,

Plucking my heart

Like the wind

Plucks the last wilted petal.

I see her,

Foggy as the blizzard itself,

The smile,

The joy,

The thrill of the hunt,

The savouring of victory...

A mere trophy

Of flesh.

She's earned me,

And I her

[duncanmidnight]

It is done

I saw Anxiety,

Sewing its name in my arm

With a dull needle and a gray tread.

Its skinny hands were always shaking.

It never looked me in the eyes,

Never said a word,

Not even a whisper.

It lives in the basement of my soul,

Where no light shines,

Where no cold slips through,

It closes the door,

And vanishes into my own mind.

It was always the weeping song

Of Sadness,

That gave my soul a voice.

We used to tell stories

To one another,

Sheding tears

And half-smiling,

Like we drank tears

And then got drunk.

It stays in the bedroom of my soul,

Weeping on the stained pillows,

Covered in a ragged blanket,

So it can cry in its dreams.

It was always Anger who woke me up,

Shouting, cursing

From the attic of my soul,

Like a chained patient

In the asylum of dreams.

Nails stuck in its back,

A rusty, barbed wire necklace

Around its neck,

It is mad, alone...

Everyone is deaf

When mad people speak.

I saw Hate,

Staring at me with dead eyes,

Listening to every sound of agony

That echoes throughout my soul.

It went to anxiety and burned it to the ground,

Enjoying its screams with every second.

It pulled out the nails of Anger,

And watched the river of blood

Pouring from my soul.

It went to Sadness,

Drowned it in its tears,

Watching the life slowly fading

In its eyes.

In the end,

Hate cures and curses everything.

[duncanmidnight]

Mercury skin.

How many shapes

You took in my mind?

At first,

Your curves split the moonlight in half

Worshipping you like a zealot.

The obsidian lips parted slightly,

Giving voice to

This celestial anomaly

That stood in front of me.

You bound yourself in time.

To me, and to this earth.

My goddess walked beside me.

Choking me with divine crave.

You sunk your roots in me,

Tangling in my heart...

And before I knew it,

My mind bloomed flowers of you.

Your porcelain skin cracked

Under my touch,

Shedding piece by piece...

And the stars fell in awe and lust.

You grew fangs,

Carved in marble,

Brushed with blood.

Your hands grew

Crude onyx claws,

And my goddess kissed by moonlight,

Became a simple heretic,

Strapped by cravings.

What could've I done

To run from such a beautiful fall?

To be humble,

As she hungers for me?

I stared in awe at this beast,

Watching as her fangs caressed

My soul where her lips once kissed it.

[duncanmidnight]

Heart cravings

My body held her marks

Like a baby,

Carefully tucked in lingerie

And soft kisses.

The gentle caress

Of her claws always

Traced along my scars,

Humble, yet predatory.

My teeth always ache

At the perfume of her skin,

To taste the pulse across

Her veins.

She would curse me with lust

Before plucking my lips with hers.

She would scratch at my flesh

Like a rabid beast

Drooling with anticipation

To barge in.

My hands would always press

Against her porcelain bones,

Pulling her closer with obsession

To hear her humbly beating heart.

We would crave,

Hungrily, rabid, primordial.

We let the pulse guide it,

We let our breaths cloud

Our judgement,

We let our hearts

Be themselves.

[duncanmidnight]

On tides of you

The crow's nest is empty,

For there is nothing to see

Anymore.

Your voice,

So gentle and eager

To caress the sails

That led to you...

I miss it,

For I hear nothing but roars

Tangling in the fabric of my heart,

Tear it apart...

Stray me further,

But keep me intact.

The tides hugged the ship once

As drops of sun

Stuck on the ship

Like barnacles.

Now they scratch the wood

Like sea hounds,

Letting the rot in,

Dragging it down...

And I step on every plank,

To hear its echo below,

Among the dead fish.

Where do I go?

For you never told me where to.

And who do I tell?

For my crew...

My crew was made of you.

No man to handle the sails

Of your pearl lace,

No man to row towards

Your shore of promises,

No man to steer

Between your kisses.

A stray on your tides,

And the sharks are hungry.

With the same hunger

My eyes had....

You kept them didn't you?

The only me

In your tides.

The ones that hurt you,

Mauled you...

They are hungry,

I crave

To feed myself

With myself,

To paint your tides

With my blood,

And stuff my wounds with salt.

I will anchor my bones

On your skin

So you can tuck

Them in with sand.

Wear me like a sea washed tattoo

And may I fade in time.

[duncanmidnight]

On feathers of tears

We woke up

At the howling of the moon,

As its light ran

Across your limestone skin.

My eyes cracked open,

The veins were digging in

My dried clay skin.

Another night,

To see you again in

Ragged silk,

To see myself

In moth-eaten cotton.

Another night,

Where we dance

Above the sunken memories,

To paint you with my burnt feathers

Along yours of dried blood,

To remember and forget the moment,

Like two dead swans that fell apart

[duncanmidnight]

Daughter of Havoc

Chained and beaten,

Thrown in the basement

Of their mind,

For how long I wonder.

She was a wild beast,

Pale skin dressed

In charcoal fur...

A beast in a concrete jungle,

Ready to roar, ready to get out.

Chaos was her father,

Fury was her mother,

And she was nothing but hatred

Sprinkled with rage....

When she got out,

The whole jungle cried.

Munching through thorns of steel,

Stomping the concrete grass,

Cutting the iron trees...

A song to remember.

May her rage never rest,

May her hate never wither,

For her god is Havoc,

And the world is hers to slaughter.

[duncanmidnight]

Hush...

You kept saying that,

As you plunged me deep in your embrace.

The lights went out around us,

And I was caressing your ribs.

Hush,

You whispered,

Making my ears tremble with pleasure.

You pressed me against your skin,

Tighter,

Desperate,

As you wanted my soul

Against your heart.

Hush,

Between the creakings of wood,

Between the last breaths of candle,

Between my lust,

Between your obsession.

Hush...

Once more,

Between your nails digging inside me,

Between the wailing moans.

As my bones cracked against your chest.

Hush,

It's all over.

My blood paints your naked body,

The way my fingers once caressed it.

Hush,

You kept whispering inside my heart.

Its beatings were not enough

When your obsession

Was bathe in lust.

[duncanmidnight]

Blooming Corpse

How beautiful I am,

Lifeless,

With birch eyes at your feet.

You tore my chest open

And turned it

Into a red spider lily.

I would blush

If my blood wouldn't paint your dress...

The rain will wash it anyway.

Your hair caresses my cheeks

With obsession,

Stinging my lips,

Filling my throat.

Such craving in those cat eyes,

Untamed and savage...

I do make a beautiful feast,

Warm guts to chew,

Soft flesh to swallow,

Tough bones for your teeth.

Lick my blood drops clean

Your breath is so warm against them,

Too bad it had to end.

Bury me fast with a blanket of mud,

Toss me the grass pillows,

Make me an earthly coffin.

Wait for me to bloom...

My first flower will be for you.

[duncanmidnight]

Knowing my demons

All those little voices

Scurrying in my mind,

Thinking for myself,

And whispering with my voice...

Oh, who are you?

You all use my name,

And you only get out at night...

So eager for a conversation,

Like you've all been alone

My entire life.

Who are you little one?

Dancing and giggling,

Bouncing your gaze

At every thought of mine.

Here and there,

Barely making your presence

In my mind,

Making more noise,

And speaking words...

Just like a baby,

Curious and eager,

Innocent and naive...

Mischief.

I hear your sobbing,

And I've heard it since

I saw the cruelty of life

For the first time.

Dull horns,

Weeping on my wounds

That will never heal.

Pale skin,

Tucking your ribs so tight,

Not immature,

Nor ripe.

Your grow with me,

You wither with me...

Hurt.

What about you?

Your skin is burned,

Your clothes dipped in tar,

Your dried up tears

Make a beautiful warpaint.

You don't scurry,

You don't hide,

You stay and watch

How they break us apart.

You burn the forests they make

In my mind,

Where the birds sing

With their voice,

Where every living being

Is a memory with them...

Hate.

We are all here,

Dancing,

Singing,

Lurking,

Laughing and weeping

In my mind,

In my hell...

Now gather up,

And tell me your tale.

[duncanmidnight]

I do not worry

I live for no more than a second,

And a minute is nothing

But a promise.

I smoke only

This cigarette,

Yet I don't know

If I will light the next.

I only drink this glass,

Yet the next one...

Maybe I will drink one more.

I do not worry for my future,

Cause the past taught me enough.

I do not worry about death,

Cause I've lived enough.

I will only walk this road,

Yet I may die on it tomorrow.

I will see your face today,

Yet it may kill me tomorrow.

I may see everything,

Yet crave for nothing,

Cause I may die alone,

Or I may die with something.

I do not worry for this day,

Nor will I for tomorrow.

May it be joy,

May it be sorrow,

I do not worry...

Maybe I will tomorrow.

[duncanmidnight]

Stone Roses

Across the sea of rust,

Darling, step with naked feet.

Corrupt your marble skin

With dried moss.

Let your gentle touch

Across the dead garden

Bring a gloom harmony,

As you whisper the name of every

Marked stone.

Pluck their roses,

Heavy and mournful,

Make a bouquet out of them

Tucked in rugged lace,

Sewed shut with black wax...

Carry them to me,

So I may paint them red

With cold lips.

Brush your nails

Across my little stone

Dig inside it deep

And write my name...

The one you used to call me with.

[duncanmidnight]

Voluptuous Abyss

Bring yourself to me

With hunger in your steps.

Tear this smoke curtains apart,

Take off your thorns,

And throw them at my innocent mind.

Pluck your razor petals...

One by one.

Carve path from them,

So my eyes could follow

With a heavy breath.

Quicken my pulse,

Stab my heart

With black marble curves.

Have the stars drool over them

As you dance like a shadow

In front of the cold moon.

Take a step forward,

A crack in my mind,

A sway

So the stars grab your thighs

Tighter.

Lean forward,

Pull me closer,

Moan my name

As a sentence to death.

Gasp,

Laugh,

Crave,

Beg,

Crawl towards my mind,

As your curves shift.

Smirk,

Grin,

Smile,

As I struggle to come forward.

Circle around me,

Bite my lips off,

Devour my soul in your eyes.

Grab my arms

Tuck your body with them.

Break my mind,

Split it open,

Melt yourself in it,

Succumb my mind,

To always be yours.

[duncanmidnight]

Zealots of Lust

They split their skin to hear you moan,

They worship your flesh

As it touches their wounds.

You feed their needs,

You stuff them

With peeks of sin

And curves under the moonlight.

They still want more...

Venus,

Goddess,

Aphrodite,

So many names in their eyes,

A name for every one of their needs.

They spread word about you,

About your thighs

Surrounded by fences of dark lace,

About the moonlight eyes

That gaze on them...

About every part of your body,

How it moves beneath a blanket of wind

How it crawls with hunger like a wolf.

They break under your pleasure

Crooked,

Wretched,

Unworthy...

All belonging to you.

Dance like a snake on a pole,

Pull out the twisted tongue.

Get drunk with

What they crave.

Give them what they want,

And take what you need.

They are your worshippers,

Fanatics of flesh,

Heretics of humbleness...

Zealots of lust.

[duncanmidnight]

Are you here?...

Will my fingers

Run across your lips

When the lights become bitter

And my feet drown in stone?

Will you open my gates

When it will start

To rain with rust?

Will your dress dance

As it used to?

Will it grab the darkness by the waist

And melt together under

The dim lights of the stars?

Will the rusty fences

Moan at the touch of wind?

Will it...

Will you,

Oh beautiful memory

Embrace my heart

When the frozen tears

Fall?

Will I smile under the cold

Blanket weaved from dirt

When your footsteps

Will be carried by ghosts?

Will you be here

To kiss me goodnight?

Will I be here

To hear your goodnight story?