A Slight Piece of Darkened Material for You

Slumber

Watching

It all go away

Into a swirl

Of nothing,

But a vague relapse….

Sinning inside

Wishing for a bitter

Desire to soothe

My hunger and my rage

Hoping to pass

Onto the next plane

Playing off

What it was that

I held inside to myself

Biting the skin of time

And letting it all flow out…..

Hoping for a last

Embrace in dream,

Where only I can rule,

No watchers to limit me

Just eternal night and

A scent of crimson……………

Biding my time

Inside this hollow

Shell, praying

For a taste of sin,

A fragrence of darkness…….

Clenching and tearing,

Foaming and seething,

Crying and hoping,

For one last ray of the moon

To light my darkened face…………..

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Categorized as poetic

By The Evil Cheezman

Purveyor of sacred truths and purloined letters; literary acrobat; spiritual godson of Edgar Allan Poe, P.T. Barnum, and Ed Wood; WAYNE MILLER is the head architect of EVIL CHEEZ PRODUCTIONS, serving up the finest in entertainment and edification for the stage, the page, and the twain screens, silver and computer. He is the axe-murderer who once met Andy Griffith.