Loquitur

There are razors in my head,
And little demons in my bed.
Silent screams of Christmas Past,
Horus, Ra, Osiris, Bast.
If it is what it will be,
What is there to trouble me?
And the nightfalls silent, sweet,
Ever ending at my feet.
Do you see it on my mind?
All my futures, far behind?
If a "no" is what you see,
Stay and sunder, follow me.
Throw the massive energy,
Seek the missing tapestry,
Cold fire burns in every part,
I'm still a stag without a hart.
If we are to be alone,
Shut the door, I'm going home.
All I see from up above,
Is ever-ending fatal love.
Seven worlds are in the mist,
Fourteen lips are all I've kissed,
In the undertime I went,
Someday history may forget
A cry eternal from the cold...
"Just something in my eye" is old.