My shadows seem a garden
             of eerie delights
sensibilities run naked through
    forests of dark understandings,
fierce rhythms crack between my eyes
         - the silence of worlds.
My simplest ramblings a no-mans land
accessible only by virtue and touches
                                    of insanity..
My laughter the tread of the devil
       come to sanction souls.
My restlessness, a pit.
My misery a vein of gold, rich and
                                    buried deep.
My music, a ghost piano swinging
                      from the hangmans noose.
My vision, forever caught in your smile

         My time,
        that part of the night
        only attainable by invitation