Samhain's Grim Reap

let the death rituals begin now is the time of dark air and cold moons



we have hallowed the life and shrouded there faces like ghouls
to light the early black that will fall tonight



Our rituals are cast tonight
we feast on death, we embrace death,
we lay awake with death

hallow be thy name!

The antiques of work

To be celibate to be devout

To make with purpose

To live with god

two things we will never have.

For what it is Worth

"Do you like this one?"

"I guess..."

"You dont really like any of them do you?"

"I dont really like anything"

"Why not?"

"Whats to like, I mean i dont hate it, just seems so worthless"

"Well things only have worth when you allow them to"

"I dont think I ever stopped them, they just never did."

Death in Monologue

"Ah, yes I am death! I myself keep the world beneath me.
and got all this fuckin shit!,

my reaper, my jewels, my libary "

"It is only I who can cary my own coffin, it is only I
who will not sleep inside of it"

"Your vanities will not save nor harm you."

"Our date is set no mater what you choose"

A Prayer of Accountablity

Father forgive me for my waste of time.

my gluttons devouring of time spent idle.

I know i must raise from my knees to face death

To face my self and be accountable

for the things i don't want to count

and my only desire is to serve

for eternity

to what I do to my self.

and place blame not on you or them but

I.

A life lived with Expectations

"Its not funny anymore, trying to make sense of this shit...
It's like puttin a fuck bear in a kings hat."

"naw dude thats really funny"

"oh."

The Hesitant Harvest

bemused she lay in the harvest's field.
She labored away to idle off her time.
wanting to leave wanting to desert these amber fields.
then she heard a sonance.
"Is it me they want?!" she cried to no reply.

no, they dont remember they dont know
thats why you must lay here.