Night grips at my soul

Ebony-clad hand at my throat

Vice in the heart gripping

Sanity in my mind slipping

Propane in my veins thumping

Blood dripping

Anger pumping.

Sadness making me a drunk thing,
Falling through mind's stink

Better think quick
Find a sober relief!

No pretty picture as I slip to the floor. . .

Mad disarray
Grip at the floor.
Mental decay
One hand shutting the door.

Night grips at my soul
Swallow me whole -
Down
Down
Down the rabbit hole.

An ebony-clad hand ripping up memories
Like an overturned desk,
Like an incurable disease.

Pray for release
From the maggots that feast;

Beasts on the mind clots of me.

Now give peace!

Night perpetuating my unease,
Sadness high

Eyes turned to the moon
Tears dry

Scenery dead with gloom
I can't cry

Scenery graveyard's black and white

I'll survive.

Though night grips my soul
While I slip
Into the rabbit hole.