The orifice
Of the septic
Wound of existence
Is widening.

“It was just a twinge”

The unfortunate escalation of slight
Agony into something
Much bigger than the self
Before you know it
you’re sitting in the blackest hole
Thinking **** **** man
I was just a bit sad
And now I’m in perpetual misery.

Heaving out all my blood-red rage
Clutching the fallen veil
Of blind faith
All these demons follow me
As though I leave a trail

I prayed not to be lathered
With the blood of the messiah
But to be immersed in it
It is glory I seeked
As I hovered above everything
Glory would soon find me

Tripping over calamity
Which ensued day by day
Where was the blood
I pleaded for
Where was the blood
I commanded
All tests of faith revealed themselves
To be eternal suffering

  'Ask and you shall receive'

I prayed not to be lathered
With the blood of the messiah
But to be immersed in it
Shaking my fists
At the heavens
I pleaded and bled
And yet
All these demons follow me
As though I leave a trail.

Veins polluted with the malady that is love
From the lethal sting of Delilah

A man with a virtuous temperament
A devotee
A fool

Parched and empty
Dangling on the edge of reason
Short of resistance
He succumbed to her feign affections
And so it bled and bloomed
A cloak-and-dagger romance
Doomed to crumble.

Head sunk into the soft pillow
Envisioning dreams
That have gathered dust
In the hour notorious
For generating excessive thoughts

Mindlessly listening to the howling
Of early winter's bitter winds
The menacing cold
Piercing my skin
Quick to shiver
These bones have always been
Intolerant of the harsh elements

As though in slow motion
The hours stagger on
Surely this insomnolence
Has made it's point.