The Silent Sea

So I slip beneath the waves of the silent sea

And it's such a cold and fucking lonely place to be

I search, I reach out to the glistening surface

But my fumbling fingers can't grasp, can't get no purchase

And you look down on me, with your red eyes glaring

You're refracted black on black, with a hunchback's bearing

And I can't hear; I can't hear a fucking thing

As the jellyfish bob and the stingrays sting

Now my sweet air is leaving in desperate bubbles

Taking with them all of my toils and troubles

And the fish are staring and are gently touching

As my skull is cracking, under pressure crushing

Can't see you now; there's only the moon/an exploding star

As I sup 'til sated on this noxious ink black tar

So I search for God, as I'm beyond the reach of science

But all I hear is the usual deafening silence...

So now I'm a prisoner of the silent sea

And it's such a cold and fucking lonely place to be

There's still crushing pain, but I'm not breathing

I'm alive in brine, but I'm not leaving

You'll never stop; for you there's naught to cumber

With your eyes afire and your special number

You'll walk the dead lands of your silent see

But one day you'll return; you'll return for me

The Slithering Snakes

All the slithering snakes, so slippery they slide

With their whipping forked tongues and eyes bulging wide

Demons and devils and (dark) angels, fallen

Raising the wrath is their own personal calling

Venom and hatred whilst rattling their 'tales'

Taken from mystical books cloaked in black veils

Heaven's no haven and Hell's to avoid

And nothing will stop them with their armies deployed

The Devil's a man, he's a cold blooded creature

He's a peddler of evil; of the dark arts he's a teacher

A wink and a smile; the bullet, the bomb

All in his stride, or his slide, with ease and aplomb

God's in your head, but Satan's a fact

And the prayer's not to save you, it's there to attract

Lured by the slithering snakes, so slippery they hide

With their whipping forked tongues and eyes bulging wide

Doll's House

Nothing's astir, not even a mouse

In the cavernous attic there's just a doll's house

There's a hint of luminosity, but an empty light fitting

And a dark that's not pitch and is fleetingly flitting

All that's defined in the aura, monochromatic

Is the wooden construction left behind in the attic

They abandoned the lodge and left it behind

Conveniently forgot, for their own peace of mind

They switched off the gas, but left on the leccy

And took everything with them in their last reckless recce

...Dankness now pervades from cellar to bathroom.....

...Overflow pipes drain naught but a vacuum...............

...Lifeless hearths, home to dead embers and soot.....

...Lingering in the cold silence; yet is there a 'but'?.....

...Something has stirred, as if ready to rouse...............

...High up in the attic, in a doll's house........................

...Outsiders within have found a way in.......................

...Up in the roof space their demise will begin.............

...Steps have been climbed, they've opened the hatch

...Easily raised without the hitch of a catch..................

They abandoned the lodge, but couldn't leave it behind

They couldn't forget, so they went back to find

Armed with hammers and axes on their final reckless recce

They went back to the attic, but she cut off the leccy

She cut off the leccy and then kept on cutting

Then helped herself, once she finished the gutting

Waste not, want not, her actions were drastic

And now she has eyes that are no longer plastic

Eyes that now focus on two stranger's folly

For in every doll's house there's a murderous dolly

This Black Veil

This black veil; around me...

Surrounds me; confounds me...

Can it drown me in its inky void

Shred my spirit, to a point destroyed?

Is this where I choose to dwell/repair

In this malevolent reservoir of my despair?

Because this black veil is an intimate vortex

Born and bred in my cerebral cortex

And I can't escape, or wipe the slate...

Clean my head; before I suffocate...

And I know it's always there; it surrounds me...

As it confounds me, as it drowns me...

To fight the fight would be to no avail

'cause I'm trapped, alone, in this black veil