Inhumanly Friend
Today You Spilled My Soul
When Pigs Fly
The Trip
Stillborn Soul
Manifesto of the Head
Left Behind
of light and madness
To a Friend (hurting inside)
Turning Nocturnal
Goddess Celeste

To My Princess Daphne
Tis' The Season For No Reason
Port des Horreurs
Lost & Found
3 a.m. Ravens of a Lunatic
The Crucified Man
Mother Earth
An Agnostic Descent
Muy Caliente Patty

Eddie the Head
"Just" Eyes
Eddie the Terminator
Property Of The Black Widow
Flowers Are Evil
Insane In The Membrane
Salad or Deli

The Trip
First published 1-11-98 as "The Dock"

no road winds through the town i will travel
the waves wash over the windless shore
a dock extends across a lake
a cool breeze on my back
and the moon smiles at me
much like you did that night, lover

reflecting through the night,
a smile, a passionate bite
echoes of pain from a mouth which longed for more
a scent of perfume masked with sweat
lingers in the air
and the static of waves
washing gently on a windless shore

i am alone but i still feel your hot breath
your nails slipped in so deeply
the flesh of my wrists
your back arched with the burning of my loins
a cry from your lips but it's all just in my head
no-one hears the gasps
or feels the slickness of your breasts
but I alone on a dock which rocks freely,
rhythmically, carnally on a lake
on a warm summer night
in the comfort of my bed
worlds away from you, my love

Cocaine Kiss
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