Dedicated to: Michael-Sorbello
To look for what Desolation missed
We search the pages of Jekyll & Hyde
Who lived in The Tower of Sorrow
With The Thing in the Forest
Or was it the thing Inside?
That was Eldritchs' Truth
But who would believe a man
Who would scratch the walls
And screamed at owls
After reading The Devil's Haiku
Or The girl from the hospital
Who took out her eyes
And could tell when you lied
And who was first cursed to fall
Into the pit
Always Ready for all ...
Shadows over Transylvania
Wove a table cloth with the night
An honor is The Feast of body
For we dine with the
Red Moon enchantress
Hands mouth and soul
Bloody ...
But this was just her show
Entertainment for The Dead Sea
She preferred the taste
Of The Crippled mans' Dream
That was of
The girl who Đanced đeath away
In The Moonlit Cemetery
Her dress that chimed of
crystalized bones
With eyes that still blinked
And mouths that still cried
Even while they're sewn.
Draw the curtains to my haunting
Applaud but dont clap
For after all this is but
The daydreams of a psychopath.
YOU ARE READING
The Hum Of Existence
PoetryThere's not much to tell, Except I Have much to say. And I Will everyday, So I've Learned & managed to express , A little more in a lot Less.
