I don’t want to be wanted
For I’m am haunted
I don’t need to need
For it is without feast I feed
Leave me among dried dying leaves
For the dream I weave
Lingers long after eve
Lingers long after lost
Till fall feels frost
So my soul blows
A part of nothing
Save to give the winds something
To toss…
I am the “Lord of Loss”
I am the “Deity of Digression”
And my reason for my lack of believing
Is this “Eternal Halloween Season”
A spell of giving
And never receiving
So down I’m blown
So down dark
Where Arch Angel’s – Arc
Dare speak – not