The Horror

Gasping for air
Knowing the worst is about to happen
Streaks of ice swipe across the mirror of my eyes
The biggest demon stands at the door
Holding an axe ready in hand
Then when I am feeling hopeful the axe cuts the pale sheet
which keeps this body together
Bleeding helplessly with hand out in reach
The massive demon takes his final blow to the center of every being
The Heart
It falls carelessly to the floor
No longer living
In the majesty of the moment the demon leaves never looking back
with his new treasure

Ages

dizzy cradles

soft wax floor

confused walls

Not Anymore

air rushes

noisy hinges

moving shadows

Dark Kisses

sleeping skins

growing moles

reaching age

Covering Holes

laying blind

turning light

nobody knows

Ending the Fight

Night Owl

In the night I hunt my prey

They feel the sour emotion that all hope is lost

What's this?

Oh! My claws are in your skin!

Ho Ho Ho!!

Just like Mr Santa Claus

I'll give you death for your present 

Don't cry little one

SMILE

I gave you a gift

Now be grateful you dirty worm!

Did you hear that?

The crack of a tree branch?

How fitting for your little bones will echo that noise

Hoo?

Trying to run away

Well lets end this now.

Questions Of The Soul