In the torture chamber Surrounded by nerves, veins Flesh, blood, encased in bones I shudder at the merciless Incantation, the endless Curses whispered through Sinewy walls, deafening me I stand captured in the maze Of all my infernal thoughts So deep, dark and vengeful!
Whispers of a wicked moon Coldly slithering in my ear Another dark, restless night Closes on a frightful year Carrying in its bosom Remnants and nightmares Of strangest days gone by Apparitions looming large Filling us up with dread Of this virus-laden decade
Coiled within a serpentine fear Slowly coming to life Powered by venomous anxiety Poised to strike Restless under my clammy skin I lament the loss Of kindness, integrity, liberty In this dark strife That has led our worlds astray With poisoned words
Delectable winter days Lounging on a charpoy Under an azure canopy A crisp orange sunshine Warms the citrine aroma On tangerine-tinged fingers Teased by a chilly breeze Drowsy eyelids, gently close Ignoring all mundane chores
It was more purple than green An ugly gash refusing to heal Salve nor balm, rest nor restrain Strong enough to erase the pain A bruise so blue, a crimson tear Sweet hurt with trembling fear Yet, I tend to these injuries deep Purge the venom, not let it seep Into crevices of my soul so grim Discard memories like dead skin