I felt this clamping razor edged like fangs
burrowing deep into my neck like a soft
Peach and a sharp - edged knife stabbing

sinking deep. it was crimson red and
thick like syrup weeping

Slowly gliding down my chest. An aroma of
rotten decomposing flakey flesh and rotting
Death breath. The tomb still night was raven

Black. Ice degrees death breeze chills running
all the way up to my Head. I only went
outside the cavern pub to smoke a cigarette.

In the devil’s Lair,
Here, there, everywhere.

His evil stare,
Like a mirror’s glare.

Reflect back on us,
Oh what’s the fuss?

Yet we do not see,
Our lack of humanity.

As tables get turned,
Flipped what we learned.

Turned morality about,
So we were left with nowt.

But cold stone hearts,
And hatred wins, when kindness departs.

To the Sky! (A love letter to the sky)

The dark night
lifts its canopy
As brighter beam
will cross my brow
The morning breaks
and leaves behind
the darkened, starry sky
Its clouded realm
bursts into rain
A teardrop from my eye
The sun breaks through
With azure beam
A rainbow fills the sky
My love for thee
Is not contained
I lift my head and sigh
Extending love
So graciously
My passion for the sky!!

Oh wonderful vastness,
Perfect sky.
Perspiration vessel,
Beauty that makes me cry.

Clouds so fluffy,
Pillows of joy,
Create artist’s landscape,
We visually enjoy.

And when I sit,
Taking time to wonder.
At the shapes,
In your vastness yonder.

I’m left so grateful,
For the sky you are.
Amazing and wonderful,
The greatest gift by far.