...Blood on my hands...      I walked in the shadows   'neth an azure midnight sky   I walked in the shadows   to abscond a life not my own   I walked in the night   this life I hate      Destroy this life, this life I hate   return me to the womb   thy crystalline will   has finally shattered   As spring rain paints itself   on the canvas of youth   it's snowing still in my heart      Will I ride the summer winds   or dance apon the crimson horizon   will I find paradise in hell?   If I go deep into the woods   If I go to this cabin      As scarlet flowers lust for the dew of morning   and infants nurse on the nectar of motherhood   As prophets of ruin wield their swords of wisdom   and battle forth towards a brighter dawn      Take me away from here   ...Falling...   ...Soaring...      If I go deep into the woods   If I go to this cabin   If I go deep into the woods   If I go will you follow?      ...Falling...   ...Soaring...   Take me away from here      (This blood) on my hands   to celebrate my passing   My soul shall bleed   for eternity   ...in silence...      [All poetry by J. Haughm]