Sunday, February 27, 2011

A Monster

Raving maniacal,
Clavicles below a mind tyrannical
Fear of monsters as a child, explained away with light,
This monster I assure exists; it knows no affliction, I can attest to this, 

Are the drops
Of blood
As they fall from
Calloused palms
Daily repeating

Behind covered barriers
I steady the fingers
Focus attention to the man
The undead collaboration
Of a demon and a wretched whore
Adrenalin surges as each atrocity concludes
I wish to turn my head and gulp away the nausea,
But turn it won’t, as oddly tasting saliva drains down my throat,
I fear he’ll find me, in hiding,
Recruited then I’d be

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