(1887-1915 / Warwickshire / England)

Feast Of The Damned

The red light shines
Within my darkened room
Illuminating it
With a bloody gloom.

The rain passes through
The pale lamplight.
As I hear it hit the ground
-what a hopeless sight.


You are bittersweet
The taste left on my lips:
A dull opiate of poison
I want to die in slow sips.


Your fragrant perfume
Still lingers within my room.
As I rest my tired head low
I can smell the scent upon my pillow.

This melancholy feeling
Just won’t let me be.
Like a violent Act
Within a Greek Tragedy.


You are bittersweet
The taste left on my lips:
A dull opiate of poison
It’s killing me with every new sip.


The moonlight now shines
Barely illuminating my room.
And in…the bloody red gloom
The Demon of the night dines.

Dines upon my soul, in a ravenous feast,
As I hear the screams of the inner Beast.


You are bittersweet
The taste left on my lips:

A dull opiate of poison,
You are killing me
In long slow sips.


D.J.T.
11/30/96

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Comments (6)

my english teacher got me here
This is well gay hope evyone jercked off to this
I believe this is great
Now there is a choice - heartache or tortured liver Excellent conceptualization.
Rings true. So much of his work is vain or sentimental, but this one is the real deal, I feel.
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