Nepenthe

I smell your misery You have been marked Death weaves his black thread Into your fraying tapestry I fly towards thee Over moonlit waves The mindless sky sings to me A soughing, ancient melody When the love inside of you Has starved and died In this Stygian darkness I’ll come to be your guide Before you I appear At midnight’s peak An oily word you hear Seductively exuding from my bladed beak When the warmth has been replaced With cloying hate As grief becomes your drug I open the gate From the vast Plutonian shore Into your room Bringing to you more Of that which you have chosen to consume So I Teach the name of my skeletal emperor Blot the light with shadow wings Stab from your mind all trace of hope Leaving only rotting things Breathe in nepenthe, flowing out under you Drain divinity from your skull Forget not your torturous suffering But forget you ever were happy at all I am commanded by death himself To stay and hasten your cold demise Relentlessly Black-feathered angel of Acheron Ceaselessly gliding through your dreams On icy winds Dependent on your grief And drunk on guilt Your sickness like a dagger Buried to the hilt In me your secrets You can confide Craving the punishment Which with a word I will provide Inside this avian form A cruel will Unblinking eyes of death Transfix you still Each sickly tear you shed Upon the floor Will bring your body Closer to my master’s dark, abysmal door So I Teach the name of my skeletal emperor Blot the light with shadow wings Stab from your mind all trace of hope Leave in your mind only rotting things Breathe in nepenthe, flowing out under you Drain divinity from your skull Forget not your torturous suffering But forget you ever were happy at all Death reaches out Behold his face Your misery draws you ever nearer to his embrace