As camera's flashed my flesh; behind she sat,
Looming grooming, haunting the picture took.
Seducing shadows everywhere I'm at,
Shown as a shadow in my picture book.
My dreams are dark, dire, distant and damned,
With her persona passionate thine plague.
My pulse the pressure on my pillow jammed,
Her voice the whisper pushed pressing thine leg.
Moon marriages across stars mystic map,
Moves me under this atmospheric night.
Haunted by horrors my heart hurts to clap,
To free fears forces forbids me to fight.
My life a passage passing prying poles,
Seeking to not subdue to Satan's soul's.
Copyright © Johnny Sumler