all words used in this poem taken from lyrics to the album Document #8 by Pg.99
my darling mistake / must I speak of you
only / as a wound? A ghost? // a whisper,
a lie? / oh, you suffocating heart / oh, you
poison smile // you are just a dream / a vampire
in a black gown / coughing in the rain // for you –
my nightmare / waltzing around the ashes / of youth
& beauty // I will count the stars / & every single
sorrow / crumbling in your mouth
all words used in this poem taken from lyrics to the album ‘The Underdark’ by Funeral Diner
a silent sky,
an ugly darkness,
a killing fire.
If we kneel
it is only
to wash the guilt
away from our hands
before we collapse
from the heavy weight
of all this bad blood.
and we may
be drawn into
but we have
on the neck
of every foolish,
all words used in this poem taken from lyrics to the album ‘Mass IIII’ by Amenra
so incomplete, this prayer – the scent of incense
& roses burning, feathered light broken & ground
into glass. these ashes painted black on my palms.
how i wish to ascend from darkness.
how my heart & my flesh have always been
at war. would that i had the courage
to stay these knives, to give of myself
as a sacrifice. to bury my scars in song.
all words used in this poem taken from lyrics to the album Bless The Martyr & Kiss The Child by Norma Jean
Ignorance laid the future in a casket
& mediocrity sealed its grave. Six bullets
to the face of god. Oh tongue – you elegant
leech. You polished silver dagger, slick
with blood & fragile as glass. If I speak
of grace in tragedy, it is with a mouthful
of diamonds. Roses in a field. Velvet. Gunfire.
The whole world made victim of an endless war,
by sentimental killer in a black tuxedo. Created
from flames by a silhouette dancing
in a cobblestone street.
all words used in this poem taken from lyrics to the album Innocents by Only Living Witness
So this is how an empire ends – not
in ruin, but in a downpour of Pandoran
fire. The dawn sallowed, a righteous man
drowned in shallow water, hands unbound
but with his arms behind his back.
All the mountains aflame. All the skies silent
& hollow, teeming with cold gray light.
William James is a poet, aging punk, and train enthusiast from Manchester, NH, USA. He’s a contributing editor for Drunk In A Midnight Choir and the author of “rebel hearts & restless ghosts” (Timber Mouse Publishing, 2016). Follow him on Twitter or at http://www.williamjamespoetry.com
Author photo by lauren elma frament