I am afraid of the night.
Of the darkness.
And what that darkness represents.
Inside both me and others.

The demonic, evil creatures
Venture from my inner sanctom,
Wriggle and squirm in the cracks
Only to appear powerful.
Only to lurk in the shadows.

The anger of not knowing the unknown.
What some find thrilling
Causes anxiety.
Controlling. Paralyzing.

It is a fear really.
That carries over into the day.
It's a mask.
That only I wear.

Cocoon. Gloom. Womb. Doom. Room.
Don’t!
For most, words doth froth forms.

Oh, foolproof.  
Lord John, Jov, Thor, Job.
Lord John knows Thor's job

Now. Photoshop. School Of Rock.
Tomorrow. Hop On Pop.
Zorro Snorro.

Who?
Wrong!
Whom?
Mr. Roboto; old clown of Oslo won’t.

Yolo. Boom!

Hello. Welcome. Sit down. Get comfortable.
Let me introduce myself.
I’m a man of the finer things in life.
I’ve been here for a long while.
Captured, lured, seduced, and wooed many the heart and mind.

You hear about that Jesus Christ?
All that trouble for uncertainty.
Well as for Pilate
Thought he could get away clean.
I couldn’t be happier
Hearing people fight for years
Over false prophets they made.

It is a pleasure to meet you.
Hope you guess my name.
Perplexing?
I was made this way.

Did you hear about St. Petersburg?
Revolution!
Killed the czar and his ministers.
Anastasia screamed to me.
I was plastered on the walls of Auschwitz.
Smelled the hot flesh burn.
For ten decades.  

It is a pleasure to meet you.
Hope you guess my name.
Perplexed?
I was made this way.

Just as the innocent are corrupt
The corrupt are innocent.
As black is white.
As up is down.
Some call me Lucifer.
I can smell it on you.
Someone please hold me back.  

But if we meet.
Be polite.
Have some pity and charm
Use all your manners.
Or kiss your *** goodbye.

It is a pleasure to meet you.
I’ll say this once it’s your fault.  
Perplexing?
I was made this way.

We wants to wring his fat little neck.
You taunt us being with him.
We have to put on a mask.
We will take it in the end.  

It’s like he’s invisible.
Putting you on.
He thinks he can escape.
He stole you from us.
Your ours! Ours! My love.

We’ve killed for you before.
He doesn’t understand.
We can do it again.
Stupid little man.  

I’ll bash his head in with a rock.
I’ll bit his finger off.
To be with you again.
My precious. My love.

You kiss me with your frothy lips.
I taste you on my tongue.
It’s sweet, sensual and comforting.

You’ve always been there for me.
I feel I owe you.
You’ve been there for the highs.
And lows.

I wake up dizzy from your love.
A night of passion blurred.
Subtle you are with a bite.
I love you the more.

The hardest part about this all.
Is giving you up.
When your most intimate counterpart
Is a bottle.

That is why today.
I check myself into AA.

It's Friday night.
The drunks are at play.
Is that fun? What they do?
Black out.
I tried it.
Failed.
"Get it yourself."
They shouted at me.
As I asked for water.
While in a docile state.
And yet.
I still want to join them.
Their comraderie.
Its life.

One door. One window.
One desk. One bed.
Alone. A single.

He’s there.
I know he’s there.
He’s always there.
I’m not paranoid.

Watching me with those eyes.
He has no eyes.
But I know he’s watching me.
He’s there in the mirror.

He knows my thoughts before I do.
He knows my actions before I do.

He controls me.
I am merely a puppet.

His door. His window.
His desk. His bed.
Alone.