Rabid dog attempts to bite
Rodent wakes me in the night
Pain lays dormant in my veins
Too much living leaves a stain
Bottomless, this pit in which I fall
Shadows crawl upon my walls
I was whole, now I'm half
The sands of time are falling fast

Oh but if I were young again
In a time before that knew no end
And you were there with eyes still blue
In flames of magic we once knew
To burn forever in passion's bliss
To embrace the eternal one last kiss
How could love have fallen behind
Replaced with feeble forgotten mind

Now this rabid hound latches on
To a night that's lasted far too long
My blanket has worn ever so thin
A chill of forgotten regretful wind
Blown cold into my restless dreams
Oh what misery life can bring ...

Were it as good
As before
I would have not
Sought after more

The stimulant dies
In despair
Surely you're not afraid
To get back out there

I once lived in a cage
Perhaps I've felt
Your rage
Push it down
Deep inside
Don't take hurt
   For a ride...

In this
Realization faze
Of this
Delicate end of madness
Momentarily
I unclench my fist
Looking down
At the nail marks in my palms
My hand transforms
Into
Giant black beetle bugs
So many bugs
All falling
To the floor
Then my arm
And then my shoulder
More and more
Squirmy bugs
Creepy crawlers
All the bugs
That make up our core
   Billions of bugs
That want to start wars
     Lots of Bugs...

And when my eyes
Open again
There will always be light
Shining in

As Glory today
Again tomorrow
I know your heart
Is prone to sorrows

Yet life goes on
   And I am not afraid...

It was
In the deepest depths
Of fiery hell
That I met
My Sweetest Jezebel

It may seem lost
To common reason
But you see demons
Where indeed in season

Can you imagine
How I came to grips
With a chick with horns
Wearing a **** red slip

And those eyes
That glowed green
Demon goddess
Dark shadow Queen

   No reason
To be concern
Into the depths
She did return
   As for me...
I lived and learnt
I'm no longer
   Getting burnt...

Cool autumn fall
Glow from the moon
All of the Poets
Asleep until June
Mine is the silence
An itch in an ear
Awaiting the whispers
As the veil reappears

Within a fraction
Of a witch's blink
The heart beat quickened
In the beauty of beast
To behold the harvest
And embrace the flight
The Poet now stricken
With the season of night