I run around in circles -
desperately looking for light.
Another spear is thrown-
but I can't see.. it's hard to fight.
My words are carved right out of me-
as I worship silver tongues.
Let out a valiant battle cry-
'fore the air's swept from my lungs.
A dagger clips my shoulder-
of which now is chipped and wounded.
Developes brute infection-
how the hell do I remove this?
It spreads like wildfire-
rots my body, mind, and soul.
I feed on my own flesh-
to fill the emptiness; this hole.
But then I'm baited in-
I fall for all the same old tricks.
With promises of safety-
that there will be no more neglect.
As soon as I fall into him-
he strings me up a noose.
Illuminates my shortcomings-
triggering my self abuse.
Can I do no good-
is there no way I am of use?
My shame burns me alive-
It's clear my efforts are no use.
How ignorant of me-
to love so blindly in the dark.
Why dive into that darkness-
knowing I'll get ripped apart?
It's simply that I love him-
and pray someday we'll be alright.
So I keep my eyes sewn shut-
if I want love I must stay blind.
door opens
screams await
something creeps
through the darkness
evil developes
kindness awaits
in the darkness
footsteps appear
death awaits
something laughs
in the darkness
Door opens
screams arrive
footsteps come
death is present
there's the laugh
in the darkness
Mrs. Claus' Christmas In August
The work is done, and it was fun,
the elves are taking naps,
Sneaky snores, from all the chores,
but Pooky's runnin twenty laps;
Rudolphs light's out for the night,
and Boopsie is so glad,
the elves now rest, what they do best,
wore out from all the fun they've had,
and Mrs. Claus, is glad because
Santa's MasterCard she found,
she's hooked the reindeer to the sleigh
and Cleo Claus is goin' to town!
Boopsie, Sneaky, Pooky and Showe all reg pending....the story developes....