This Old Cabin

Blood...on my hands I...

walked in the shadows 'neth
an azure midnight sky I
walked in the shadows To
abscond a life not my own I
walked in the night This
life I hate Destroy

this life this, life I hate Return
me to the womb Thy
crystalline will Has
finally shattered As
spring rain paints itself On
the canvas of youth It's
snowing still in my heart Will

I ride the summer winds Or
dance apon the crimson horizon Will
I find paradise in hell If?
I go deep into the woods If
I go to this cabin As

scarlet flowers lust for the dew of morning And
infants nurse on the nectar of motherhood As
prophets of ruin wield their swords of wisdom And
battle forth towards a brighter dawn Take

me away from here Falling
...Soaring...
...If...

I go deep into the woods If
I go to this cabin If
I go deep into the woods If
I go will you follow Falling?

...Soaring...
...Take...
me away from here (This

blood) on my hands To
celebrate my passing My
soul shall bleed For
eternity in
...silence [All...

poetry by J Haughm].