The scarecrow's
straw blows
away to nearby
watching crows,
wishing to ravish
all the corn.
Smart little evil
birds,
watch with
intention
and step up quietly
to peck out his eyes.

I wish I could sleep
but I ache,
on all sides,
and on my back,
I see the haunting
that you bring me
And the refusal,
of disappearing.
And a silent tease,
in a blackly sight
of a sudden freezing,
of a jumper's fleece.
A demon's wishes,
of remembrance
of tanned flesh,
and daily blesses,
The snake that hisses
has now became me.

Hypnotizing beauty
hides ugliness inside,
while the ugly,
are of angels weeping.

Hide your venom to shame,
while the misunderstood
are guilty of  sick pride
upon knocks of hollow wood

Place another slice of timber,
into the fires you hinder,
You judge the flesh only
no such true prettiness

Skin is lust and love,
in hollow shaped hands,
raining so grimly above,
true fake hearts,
glamorously
they always sink
in the quick-sand,
while Angels,
surf upon land.

Demons swell in twitching skin,
bursts through our tiresome veins
scabs remind us how we bleed,
as we always need our skin to pick.

Forever are a catch of blow flies,
and fireworks of  "we haven't died"
10 seconds of relief from our pain
Then comes death for a Fallen Angel.
Back to zombies as soon as its Monday.

Sincere honesty of births,
swagger to one's worth.
****** in the face of a mirror,
wishing for daggers of beauty,
that could be Prince Dashing
or the one called Cinderella.

The hour of death,
comes with no wish
for another breath
could not tease,
a certain boy.
or a girl,
no strawberry
twirl.

Repeated days of such ground-hog
keep the burning of these logs,
The arts of attraction leaves no exempt
and nightmarish are barking dogs.

She comes to me,
as I'm pale to the lights
and lost to blue and trees.
Flown in from the skies
and slips in under sheets,
her beauty as I lay
is such a haunting
memories delighted
and mourning wishes

What I held inside,
couldn't slash,
just a butter knife,
to all their storms.

Butterfly wings open wide,
potato that has been mashed,
A man grieves his dead wife
amongst the hungry worms.

Locusts, seemingly fly,
never settle for a clash
of a storm that settles,
Only a child senses the harm.

I feel your skin,
slipping through me,
and unlike an alligator's
its so soft and smooth,
a woman so beautiful,
Its the agonizing truth.
Desire hits lids of my eyes
and yet, I'm a passer-by.
Not hinted upon your love......

I don't want this......
but I feel it.......
Like a brew of rumbles,
of so many troubles.

If you're lost and tired and yet,
you keep running through
sharp rose thorns and horns
abandoned of cards that made a bet,
that you'll be left to die or be a *****,
tears that burn through all the vines.
The scribbling versus sharp lines,
the pills they fill up sweetest wine.
Demons fill up the dance floors,
drunken little girls for their score.
Ones without friends of protection,
eggs cracked from a screaming chicken

Talks of random becomes a blur,
and your random become a slur,
They are not there for conversation.
The killing hour becomes their score
And she wakes up swollen and sore.

How did she slip,
without running through it?

Blackened are the skies
unlike dreamy summer days,
To forgive is to forget,
and sign upon a gift.

Its funny how as adults,
we can pick forever the flaws......
None of us can cast the first stone,
we were all born to be shattered bone.

A dream comes as does the demon,
we are so quick with index finger.
Wisdom is earnt through years we learnt,
and pain will ease the more that we hurt.

A shadow has stalked my own,
ever since the day I've grown,
I once cared of the ones I held,
but now I fall & all alone.
This burning script,
won't out-last the trees,
which evolve over me,
smother all baby demons,
born just like me,
this is a wishful plea.

Stitching the needly threads,
upon her hard skull and forehead,
blood is like rain as she's bleeding
as the attempted killer is fleeing.

This dream's barely keeping up the pace,
to the nurse's quarters, fumble as we race.
Lady in grey threads her up as I control
bleeding with rags from such an *******

He paces through the storm
****** knife starts to flow,
washed of all of her blood
No-one dares to confront.

A grimly night, startling thunderstorms.
He gets sprayed with hail, tree fallen acorns.

A breeze
passes through me
and it hits
like startling
lightning.

When fallen Angels brace the hells,
and demons wisdom-ly the heavens,
What is up now and what is down,
and how does the prowler not sound
with a coyote making its growl,
upon land that's marked as fowl
Towards comes such a distance,
and we get caught on barbed fence,
too maimedly to cause offence,
Blood dripping from our lips