The Dark Side of Midnight

It sings to me On the dark side of midnight. The deep, throbbing song Courses through my veins. It robs me of sleep With its hurtful music; Woven throughout me a Sadistic opera of pain. Screeching aria’s fill my Head with brain-snapping sound, While the chorus accompanies With low, deep down thrumming. Once begun, this opera of horror Will sing for hours at a time. No breaks allowed for this Captive audience of one. It sings until satisfied My body won’t be worth a damn. Wrung limp from the awful music Of the tortuous performance. Sung to me from the dark side of midnight.