Some Other Monster

The prose below; well, it's almost definitely not about me...

There's no guilt in my mirror to see; it's some other monster...

A frigid monster that needs to find what makes you tick

When it touches and tantalises you and makes you slick

One a second rising and maybe more when you're excited

Maybe quicker still in a fevered climax that's unrequited

It's not about a memory of mine, there is no reflection...

I'm sure it's about somebody else, who cannot be sectioned...

A somebody, or something, that will coldly pare you apart

It will splice and dice you, until it finds your bleeding heart

For it will be there, in the dark of the night, at your behest

As it caresses you with fingernails ready for a razor's quest

It's not about me, for I'm sure I've not been alive forever...

It's about a malevolent creature, probably undead but clever...

In a procaine haze it will split your sternum when you've given up

And it will hold your icy heart and from an artery it will gladly sup

It will drain you dry and take your will, but it will be sure to suture

And without any reflection, you will be trapped in forever's future

The prose above; well, please tell me that it's not about me...

And it's about a monster I'm unable to see; some other monster...

She's Stalked By Her Insanity

Somewhere in a cold dark place, deep down and dead
Her aroused insanity gorged as the pompous feeders fed
Every egocentric medium, of every shamanic sham
Seduced and fooled her and didn't give a tinker's damn
She's stalked by her insanity and she lives with lies
The impossible quests behind her corrupted guise
And now she's sure she talks to those who've passed
Leaving no room for doubt, there're no questions asked
Keepers of the imaginary charm with delusional candour
Evoking reunion beyond death, for they choose to pander
Dreamscape phantoms inveigled her with beguiling hope
Biding their time to guide her through the mystical trope
Yesterday has been and gone and it cut her like a knife
Her sorrow deepened and now she needs tomorrow's life
Every nightmare's a haunting memory and is there to coax
Reflected in the smoke and mirrors of a utopian hoax
In a full moon phase she will talk to no one with eyes ablaze
Not knowing that she's meandering through an endless maze
She's stalked by her insanity, it's gradually getting closer
An unyielding ominous presence that's in need of closure
Nothing matters though, turn the cards, it's crystal clear
Inside her head she's now with those that she holds dear
There's a place, cold and dark, where she hides the facts
Yet she was last seen wandering on moonstruck tracks

New Year's Eve

Nothing's changing, for it's only time that's passing
Every tick of the clock though is the past amassing
With everything eventually there is nowhere to go
Years will always melt away like sun-drenched snow
Elapsing unseen, for it's eternally an intangible state
As the burden of time becomes an unbearable weight
Running like an underground river it's hard to perceive
'tis marked though, by this old date, of new year's eve
Somewhere, in the darkness, there is an invisible line
Ending what was, for the now, our intelligent design
Vagarious memories will remember our fanciful ways
Everything's fleeting though, until the end of our days

Santa's Dead

Santa's dead (ho ho no!) his head took a bullet
And his white locks soon turned to a claret mullet
Naught survived, with all his reindeer butchered
They were sleighed, when their guts were ruptured
Alas Santa was savagely felled, 'twas his final hurdle
Somewhere cold, is his grave, beyond the Arctic Circle
Decembers will now come and go and we'll fake the news
Even though Santa was murdered, we'll hide the clues
And let's not tell the children, they don't need to know
Dasher and his deer friends died with Santa in the snow

Into 'The Darkness' Within

...and this trench is my grave, framed by a shell burst

An empty pit, save for the lost soul of a ghost cursed

And I can sense its sodden soil upon my rotting skin

Not even a rat is wandering; into 'the darkness' within

A whistle blew and I went over the top, as planned

And now I'm somewhere in the dark in no man's land

Slogging through the mud and ankle deep in the shit

Lost in a noxious gossamer fog (I'm in the thick of it)

I'm grasped by cutting barbs, that dig in, then shred

I try to escape, but I realise I'm going nowhere instead

And it's so cold and I'm bitter and chilled to the bone

But I'm trapped, like a rat, in a fetid bog that was loam

Now there's a flare in the air and it's burning bright

Illuminating this nowhere place from black to white

So I look around, for I need to see what I can see

But there is no one else here, there is only me...

...on my knees between the lines in a muddy mire

Being torn asunder by the rusty barbs of coiled wire

And I'm praying I'm not prey caught in the crosshairs

But I've lost my faith and I don't believe God cares

There's a report of a shot and a sickening... THUD!

And I know it's the end for there's blood in the mud

My sight is waning and I'm paralysed in novocaine skin

And now the angel is fading; into 'the darkness' within...

Jack-O'-Lantern

Jack-O'-Lantern is aglow on this night, like will-o'-the-wisp
As the wicked witches cast the spells of their black magic tryst
Cackling old hags from a dimension that should never be seen
Kindred spirits of the ghouls and the creeps of this Halloween
Over an open fire a cauldron's oil boils every butchered part
Liver and guts, the eyes and the brains and a still beating heart
As they worship in a pentacle with their blades tainted red
Nefarious necromancers calling on the lost souls of the dead
The Jack-O'-Lantern's mouth is agape, for it once had a name
Empty eye sockets are alight, inside there is a flickering flame
Run for your life, trick or treat, but there is no looking back
No one is safe, who can't escape, when the only magic is black

Echoes

Am I blessed or cursed, or should I be aghast?

For those veiled voices are from futures passed

But the dreams are worse for then I'm an invisible man

And though I can see them there I cannot bridge the span

In the quiet hours of the moonlight's cataract shimmer

In a semi-conscious haze I sense the threshold's thinner

And I want to be there under a rainbow's parhelic circle

In that elusive paradise where there is nothing hurtful

They are there, I know, where nothing's planned

But the echoes confound, as time pours like sand

There's nowhere to cross and every path's a maze

Along which I might wander until the end of days

Perhaps I can escape in dreams and find a door

To enter a new world where there is no before

And when I'm there I'll be heard and seen in focus

Beyond the reach of time and my own neurosis

I'm lost in my darkest reveries where I know I'm trapped

But there is no past or present, for in these dreams I'm rapt

So I'll hush now, for those distant echoes will be here soon

And perhaps tonight's the night I'll be guided by the moon