It seems at times
I am a witness
a portrayer of souls
that here within share the conceived depth
Of both heaven and hell.
It rages within
a constant battle between the rights and wrongs
that war upon the planes of flesh
eating and consuming
till mind, heart and soul
bleed the oozing flow of sin
Out into the playpens of my hell.
Here I eat the sweet flesh
where the night butterflies along my dreams
in forget-me-nots and tales
That were all born it seems eternal.
I become engage in the old songs
that haunt the quiet dreams of man
The horror stories
that flip upon the tail
My world and all actions.
There's a moment between the reason
where insanity hinges all its beliefs
crawls out upon the cesspools of life
and draws us all together for moment
Of delightful sin.
It seems they hover
these Souls like mine
in the afterglow of the consumption
the filled bellies that pop
rear out upon our world
to the bitter agony
The sadness that so consumes us all.

ALISDAIRE O'CAOIMPH