Poltergeist.
Hidden in the depths of a man's design.
Always waiting.
Always causing the next nightmare.
But then, just then. The Man wakes up. And realises that the shadows of himself are the shades he created in the dark.
And then he smiles.
Because he knows he's terrified of himself.

He stares up.
The knife missed.
On purpose? Maybe.
He got his miracle.
Wretched little ****.
To pray so hard, with nothing to live for, to beings so deaf.
Insanity. Complete insanity.

Blade on wrist.
It moves, politely.
Wishing only to serve.
Master at hand. Steel to blood.
He's happy.
He relinquishes his world.

Hush now for the Lord of light is here.
Let him wash away your sin in blood and fear.
Terror is faithful and you are now holy my child.
Be still with God. His blood rains down from the wrists of despair.
And now pray
Amen.

Secrets. Soundless as a butterfly.
Love bleeding. Don't cry now.
A secret is bled for those who bathe in sound.
Butterfly flies on. Cries of death and pain fall loosely into the air.

Craven heart. Silly child.
Guttural howl for a life never lived.
Would you even know?
Can you even know?
No-ones going to catch you when you fall.

Top hats off for the king returns.
Killing time. The monarch is heavy.
Cradles go buy. Silent. Streams and songs.
Aren't you happy with your eyes to the sun?
Say a prayer for tomorrows never seen.
The Queen weeps, for a Kingdom lost, a child her king could not provide.