Shadowy figures
On the blood-spattered wall
Reverberate malevolent whispers
Into the frigid air.
...
a dreaded facade
highlighted by everted eyes
dawns from the shadows
like a livid sunrise
...
Happiness is a smiling poet
Reclining on a death bed.
To us his consciousness bequeathed
The temerity to revel in his poetic works.
...
A thousand candle flames
Dance incandescent
In the night's serenity.
Ethereal is how to describe
...
You are like a sun in the night
Whose stars are in the sea.
Let us go fishing in the milky way
Where there l will catch a shark
...
...Is To Walk In My Mind
Shadowy figures
On the blood-spattered wall
Reverberate malevolent whispers
Into the frigid air.
A pencil-thin beam of light
Pierces through from a ventilation hole
To reveal specks of dust
That whirl around it.
Morbid thoughts
Filter in from beneath the door way
Like thick fumes from a smoke bomb
Bringing with it
The reeking stench of death.
A thousand dead bodies
Tile the gravelly floor,
Each gruesomely murdered
In a perculia way.
On each body is my bloody face
Ravaged and torn, beyond recognition.
To enter this place
Is to walk in my mind
Where l have suffered death
A thousand times.