Seasons of Inferno

Desire this desire that—the whole point of my book I fear is that I do not want anything. What winged deliverance does or does not wait for me? You who wounds me, bear me to eternity. The dark heel of Hell waits on fibers, curtains drawn for tragedy. The brutality! Everything is happening to me. Sickles harvesting the fields of fire. The brutality! Everything is happening without me. I felt perpetually in peril. Night, night, by the silken fire of starlight at the sills. Hear the heartbeats of sleepless beasts in the eves. For the dark angels, save your tears. In the graves of days I wasted. The benedictions! of disaster! I worshipped the vespertine. I got too much of what I wanted— I wandered the black dawns—

Come softly beloved beyond the thorns of Babylon
Desire you reminded me of the morning infernos
I wanted and I wanted and I am without
Seasons of inferno, the bloated moons are molting before me
Beatitudes at the Battlefields
Thousands of sunrises breeding bright fires
Ecclesiastes there is a time for all things 
And it was the time of unraveling 
The second coming at midnight
You vanished as if annihilated by winds
Come softly my bedside loved and when it is time go
There’s a time to forget and a time to know
Transfigurations in the hills of twilight
Like a deity you condemned me to still eternities
What a wasteland, man— At your lips, the promised land
Seasons of inferno, God knows you loved a wounded soul
You are the exalted blade at my throat, the dark Paradise I chose
I walked into the fires of bright sunrise and I said it was for survival 
Sleeping beauty of dark Paradise, I wanted and I wanted and it hit me like a heart attack
What a wasteland, man— I would have chosen you again and again