I thought I’d survive without you But I couldn’t say goodbye For the words lay tangled At your doorstep Afraid to cross the threshold Into a life where you Would not be waiting At sundown, by the yellow lamp A book in hand, the kettle whistling Eager to tell and know Of just another mundane day
Darkness, in your embrace I shed all my worldly woes Like the skin of a snake For you, my wounded healer Whisper to me of spells From the bowels of hell. Goodness is long dead To survive the death knell You entreat me to beckon Pettiness, slithering slyness Throbbing deep within, now Spilling on to slippery slopes. Clutch on to the last straws Don a mask and carry on For in life only those thrive Who enjoy the masquerade.
Don’t be a stranger To the voices within For they hold reflections Of your deepest sins. Hear them out When they proclaim The path to be free Of the guilt and pain, To claim absolution In knowing the truth That you are only human When you slip and fail!
Fire and flow of buried emotions I had commanded to lie still Gulping down anger Silencing the rage I waited for time to heal; They gurgled wildly In gorges of the heart Streamed in deadly cascade Burning lava from hell Surged from the gallows Spilled as luminous pain All the venom I had held!
Pursuing us Watching over all The silent hum From a digital world Surveillance drones Chasing us, even in The sleeping hours; For how they evolve To read our dreams Fathom what our Greatest fears are! Thus, we lay bare Before artificial gods!