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

Mine Eyes/ My Tears

Mine Eyes

Flickering lights

First color and white with shifting colors

Then a quick flash of darkness

But then everything returns 

Gliding on ice

My Tears

Minds are released

Salt pierces the wound

Fears become courage

The children gather like there is candy to be served to them

Yet only one at a time may receive the reward for journeying this far

Someone needs to count them as they leave

Each child exits

Running through the track to their destiny

Right before they disappear into the sun a man watches them

He reads children to find their behavior

There is always a reason why they were so quick to leave with their candy

Nonetheless he tallies each kid

Then in the forever night he will give every child back

Hugging every mark

Thank You

Raise a head

Look to the mirror

Bare naked

Oh the self worth is very dismal

It's never fair

Isn't ever

Small like a shell from a tiny snail

As useful as clothing for dead animals

Or pointless stacks of paper that would've saved a tree instead of an intention to save a soul

Don't forget the few words written or the feeling of the broken heart

In the end

the lungs still rise and fall

Maybe even bigger than before

In fact so much bigger that the heart painfully rests on the bones of the rib cage

Out & Vulnerable 

The Land of Dance

Spinning & spinning

The room turns but you remain still

Your body pulled close to the man you love

He leads you as he sings of love

Your eyes cannot leave his gaze

Your ears listen to every word he says 

I love you

The spinning world never stops

He turns and pulls you around but forever holds to you

There is a tug at you waist to come closer

His lips finally interlocking with yours forcing your eyes shut

Turning in circles

At no time dizzy

You only wish to stay in this spinning world

There is clearly nothing better than this