Feeling the familiar rise inside.. The Dragon... the beast... Its stronger this time... I cannot cage it within myself.. My mortal body now just a weak shell.

I give up, I surrender to its strength. I become nothing more than the shell.. From which the Beast will break free.. Emerging Red eyed, and strong, Covered in impenetrable scales... Safe from all harm.

The rise of dark... The birth of an emotionless thing. This is what I was destined to be.. Emotions replaced by instinct.. A companion no longer a need...

Spreading Wings wide... A red eyed beast takes flight...

It is Time To Feed!

Ignored.... Faceless heads, straining to release Silent screams. Un-mouthed warnings...
Of things to be. Dark.. impenetrable walls...
standing for eternity.. Leaking dark contorted thoughts....
Into my reality. Staining my life.. with insanity.
They are there..
Faceless heads on twisted bodies..
Hammering thoughts against the walls,
Between the subconscious, and my reality.

Leaking the unheard screams into being...

Breaking down the walls,
hammering unheard calls...

....Into being..

Who Am I?

A single tear, Sharp and clear.

A regret, a mistake.

To turn back time, To the clocks last chime.

I Fear, it is too late.

Standing here within the fire. A cloak black as night.

In the folds, The burning souls shine bright.

I take my place, Between the pillars of fire.

Wings of starry night spread wide.

Pillars of fire, Burning the screams, of anguished souls, On either side.

Half cloaked in night.

Half Naked in light.

An Evil within myself. Which i cannot hide.

Who Am I?

I saw you in the darkness.. On a long forgotten road... The mist caught the moonlight.. There I saw your soul...

I felt you in the darkness.. Where light can never go.. I heard you whisper through the leaves, Of unseen trees, When the wind would blow..

You touched me in a hidden place... Of which no one knows... I will look for you, on windy nights.. Beneath the moonlights glow..

You can pose for me. I will paint you with words. Taking what you feel, And making it beautiful, Even all the hurt...

Taking what I know of you, I will mix it with O/our fantasies, Painting them here to be true... You can pose for me.. And I will Make your dreams reality..

For this is what I do....

I Hear.....

The whirrr of the A/C on the rooftop.

The naked man standing on the intake.

Strings tied from fingers to genitals.

Performing a perverted puppet show.

His sickness being pulled down.

Filtered and piped through the building.

I hear the soft hiss of the vents.

Softly pumping his madness.

Into the rooms of the sleeping.

The whirrr of the A/C stops.

The men in their beds.

now ***** ,rolling over.

Partners still asleep, take a deep breath.

Pressing ***** against the firmness..

I hear everything...

Love is a strange thing... Sometimes it screams at you.. Alive and full of passion. Sometimes it whispers softly.. Something comfortable and warm.

Sometimes...

         Sometimes.. Its silence.
         Sometimes.. Its blind.
         Sometimes.. Its deaf.
         Sometimes.. Its focused.
         Sometimes.. Its scattered.
         Sometimes.. Its unsure.
         Sometimes.. Its confusing.
         Sometimes.. Its solid.
         Sometimes.. Its perfect.
         Sometimes.. Its pianful.
         Sometimes.. Its indifferent.
         Sometimes.. It simply is....
         Sometimes.. Its hate....
         Sometimes.. Its a lie...
         Sometimes.. Its everything at once.. the weight of the universe the gravity of every sun, all of the joy of everything in existence, and all of the pain.. a churning stomach.. a tight chest.. a million jumbled thoughts.. A lesson learned, a lesson taught.. its mighty and unbending, and then crumpling into a heap..helpless. Its all of these things in a single moment so overwhelming that it crushes you.. its love...it is what it is.. its everything... and at the same time...its nothing..