Drag me, now, to Stygian depths

Drag me, now, to Stygian depths
I lay on the edge of endless night
Confessing, communing of my sins
For I have sinned; have sinned
In the eyes of Sons long-risen
But as to John: I love you
Drag me, then, to Stygian depths
I lay on the edge of endless light
Continuing of the sins that I have sinned
Drag me down, but I have loved
No fire burns as hot
There is no Hell but separation
And death is distance
But as to John: I will return
Drag me down to Stygian depths
For I have loved him
There is no hell, for I have loved...

Inside The Box

These ancient corridors are empty
And I am all that's left
Days grow long; dust settles on the shelves
With such bare bones to offer
What wealth would lie upon my doorstep
The ancient and the wise withdraw
So only paupers knock and
Beg alms through the tiny keyhole
I give them what I can
But that is hope, enough

Love Like Strangers

For a while we walked
between the pillars of ancient marble,
we walked when the moon was full
and the ruins took the hue of bone.
For a while we talked
of pleasantries: of birds and weather,
of how the city enjoyed its gown of leaves,
we left the somber mood behind
laughing quietly as the final hope of sunset
dropped beneath the trees.
She asked me
where I'd been, what caused my eyes
to linger in the dusk
what things of night had chilled my soul
I turned away
not willing to forgive the secrets
how well you look, I said
She touched my cheek
and you have aged beyond your years
my years are many, but here we are again
to walk beneath the moon.

HAVE YOU BEEN WAITING?
YOU TURN TO ME, AND KISS.
YOU HOLD ME UNDER A SUBJUGATION.
WHY? YOU SMILE.
THERE ARE NO WORDS
FOR THE PART OF ME THAT DIES
WITH EVERY HARSH WORD.
I CANNOT SEE BEHIND
YOUR COOL AND CONFIDENT EYES.
THEY LAUGH AT ME.
YOU CANNOT ESCAPE.
EVERYONE IS CAUGHT
WITHIN A WEB OF FEAR.
YOU BLINK, AND ALL MY FEARS
BECOME A TORTURE,
SLOWLY GRINDING AWAY
A NAIVE SHELL AND
LEAVING ME STRANDED IN REALITY.

I HAVE HIDDEN FOR YEARS
COWERING IN A BLINDNESS
IMPOTENT AGAINST HIS RAGE
I SEARCH FOR SUBMISSION
BRINGING THOSE PEOPLE WHO
ACCEPT NO WAY BUT THEIRS

I FALL LOWER AND TEARS
PASS THROUGH MY HANDS LIKE
WINE COUNTING DOWN MY FEARS
FOR TOO LONG I HAVE HIDDEN
FROM THIS MAN TOO LONG
THE MANY SPITES HAVE STUNG
TOO LATE I SEE MY SUBMISSION
INTO FEAR