Perplexed in Reflection

We've been here before, at the silver glass mirror

With the man in the mask a spurious shimmer

And he's concealing his face, it's part of his cunning deception

With my frozen facade perplexed in reflection

I know he's trapped in the glass, but he's corrupting my mind

He's touching our fingers, he wants them entwined

Oh my god, I want, but I cannot believe

That a silent reflection could ever deceive

He's been here before flaunting my guise

He's fooling them all, it's a brilliant reprise

The man in the mask is bereft of morality

Suggesting that he's the actual reality

Why am I the one he needs to defile?

Drip feeding his poison every once in awhile

Hidden beneath he'll be contemptuously sneering

Wanting what's mine and to be domineering

I've been here before, I'm the dupe in his eyes

I want to rip of his mask and sever our ties

And I want him to answer, with his lip sync replying

To the questions I ask about this realigning

I can't reach his face, so I hammer a fist

In a smear of my blood I grind and I twist

He copies my words of furious profanity

As he helps himself to the last of my sanity

We've been here before, at the silver glass mirror

But never before have I been trapped in the shimmer

He's wearing my face, but it's all a cunning deception

And I'm a frozen facade, perplexed in reflection

Three Stairs Creaked

There was the first, then the second; two stairs creaked
Hairs bristle on flesh as anxiety's reached
Reflected an image of a candle wax statue
Empty lost eyes where nothing refracts through
Exhale held breath and tighten a towel
Seek refuge in the warmth of a semi-damp cowl
That was the third! Three stairs creaked!
And now funereal fear has reasoning leeched
Interned by the terror and trapped in a bathroom
Repulsed by the ignorance of what might creep in the vacuum
Sucking in air, now that hysteria's got its hand in
Cloaked in the silence, what lurks on the landing?
Reach out with a clammy hand to the door handle lever
Easing it down with a head burning fever
And now every hair bristles on rippling cold flesh
Knowing, for sure, that madness will quickly infest
Ebbing light flees, to the void, through the door
Dead eyes reflect back, from a life long before...

...sometime, somewhere, three stairs creaked

Ebony Heart

Eddying smoke and mirrors and webs we weave
Brings sorrow from passion, without a reprieve
Our illicit needs are borne, in our ebony heart
Never to be assuaged, but sadly, forever apart
You cannot quench, you can only feed desire
Have hope in a reverie and be a guilty liar
Each tender moment, is too quickly passed
A lover's caress or kiss, might be the last
Repressing our reality, for our ebony heart
That's never forever, but always ardently dark

This Easter

On this irrelevant day today, this Easter, let us not forget

The death and rise of a revenant, as humanity's fate was set

A prayer for the dead and all the innocents suffering

Are the divine on pause, or are they merely buffering?

Feel the tepid warmth of our humanity

As the beasts of war enshroud all clarity

Let us drown in the verse of the epistles

As we gas the children and prime our missiles

On this fanciful day today, this Easter, have we forgot

This rock, this orb of Eden, is mankind's lot

The devil's a despot and no gods exist

And when the insane lead the blind, we should all resist