In Dreams

I disappear in the smoke
Blend into the whiskey
And find myself in the black
The sun never touches my dark shores
And I have all my ever afters and more
My mind holds them all
I see them every night
And after I dream
I wake with a scream
To the nightmare of reality


The Monster

I am of my own darkness
The perfect little monster I have made of myself
I may be dark yet I am not malevolent
The spikes of my violence
Coincide with my silence
For words will fail to express my rage

As my kinder gestures are seen
And tender nature exposed
And mistaken for the true self
Make no mistake the beast is always present
Waiting to feed
I will protect what I call mine
Be it person ,place or thing.
If you have forgotten my truth
Disrupt the happiness of one of those
And see why I truly exist

The House

The wood covers the dirt
Even as it slips between the cracks
My walls hold ever so tenuously
As the pounding never stops
Doors bolted shut
Swing open as cold wind blows
The roof leaks with all the hurt
That pours from sealed windows

My house of ill repair
Falls in disarray
And in the rubble
That burns to ash
I sift for a clue
Of an existence