to the very depths of your soul i dive

and from there i derive

slithers of secrets and whispers of dreams

artefacts that i’ll grab by some strange twisted means.

to the very floor of your being

i’ll spend a little while creeping

dust down the old pictures of people you once loved

of places you once

regarded as somewhat sacred.

i’ll put a stop in the door that leads to your core

a cold draft flits in as i seek for more,

the aim of my ventures

my mis-adventures?

i couldn’t scarecly tell you much more

than i don’t mean to poke or pry

to deliver the tears to your eyes

ignorance is bliss and with that

i just want to set the world on fire.