Graveyard Visions

To your place, pass negative noon. As the moon drifts over the loss... images of a different life swimming. In the depths of the ones fevered past. Catching fire lights by jars of jade. Razors slice the heart comprehend... The black parade marched to the metronome. In the shadow of turning, ruined metropolis... Fly high, your moon of God's eye! As things swim into view, to the places of your demise. As I drink tea in the shade of a black sun. Haloed in eclipsing starlight! Tendrils reach the earth burn, raw, rare crust... Shattering my cup, its shards suspended in the flash of the holocaustic blast, a super nova! A nuclear cloud burst overhead, Don’t want to get my face wet, There’s going to be a photograph. As the onyx burns, rides to negative noon! And imagery is frozen in, telegraph. Here! A hum of electric snow on the telly? The buzz of electron guns fire, Catching lightning in a jaded jar! Collecting razors from a blistered heart. The black promenade, Boots marching to the metronome. In the shadow of turning, ruined metropolis! ...of tombstones and graveyard visions. Fly high, your Blackstar of Gods' Eye... Watch the banner wave. The child smile grave. The hand clutching tight. As all bust into nuclear flame... Suspended in the firelight!