Perfect Poem by Justin Aptaker

i have been
having
such perfectly composed nightmares
cascading like rain
through my night brain

upon pain
of death
i am unauthorized to release
the secrets of the craft

i was given a young blonde
bursting in her youth
a gift
for me and my love
a high-priestess of death
and desire
i beckoned her
come
drink our fill
of lust
till the morning spill
black sun rays
into our eyes

decay
making its way
headlong
smelling strong
suddenly through my bedroom door
feeling like i've been here before
being stabbed blindly in the dark
again and again
by shadow men, oh God
when? these dreams, these dreams, with no end