Why the banging!

You spoil my silence with your incessant voice,
a cat being strangled whilst you jump for joy.
Banging and jumping and so called singing too,
I wish I could record this, so you can listen to you.
Your voice is like poison
Addled with drink,
It penetrates through to the place where I think.
Your whoops and you screams
Seep curiously into my pleasant dreams.
Please let’s make an alliance,
you’re poisoning my precious fucking silence!

Darkness engulf me.

I want the darkness to engulf me

to wrap its cold dead fingers around me

and drain me of what innocence I have left.

I want to be a walker of the night,

to disperse the shadows of doubt

and fill them with the heat of revenge

and when the dark angels are sent

to retrieve my broken soul

I will ask them of their crimson role.

I want the darkness to engulf me.

Slither of Light in Dark.

A small slither of moon illuminates the sky

as dying stars fall before my eyes.

The light hidden within my darkest days

as the light in my dark skips and plays.

One moon, our moon.

Pause please for a single moment.
Look up into the endless sky and see that moon that is far from shy.
She owns the darkness and rules the night.
Let your eyes see what I too have seen.
Look there, where my heart has been.

Insane transference.

I search a thousand words to find the one I need,
to whisper to the universe the way you make me feel.
I search around the galaxies,
look deep beyond reality
and find it hiding out,
with my insatiable insanity.

Constance.

Some where, far away, the sun is slipping from the sky,

sending red, orange and purple hues hurtling through the clouds.

Some where far away the moon is climbing up above the mountains

and yet here, the sun is waking up as the moon bids a silent goodbye.