There's a Darkness ...

 There's a darkness 

in me. 

A terrible, nearly 

all 

consuming 

Fuckin Darkness 

that eats 

dreams, 

and spits 

nightmares 

into 

a cold face that 

will 

never smile again.

Ravens laugh at me 

from 

Their Judgemental 

Trees

and 

Puke up Childhood 

Memories;

The Masters 

Fist.

That Hateful 

Shed!!

That Pit 

where 

unsurmountable

enemies 

Stab and Wish 

Me Dead.

Growing My Own face

 Growing 

My 

Own Face.

+++++++++++++

Say Old 

Friend.

Has The 

Time Now 

Come?

To Abandon 

The 

Soap-Box 

Gallows

of 

Truth you're

Always 

Falling From!

+

Do you think 

you 're 

Giving Birth 

to 

Stars,

With that

Hypocrisy you 

Rant?

When You 

ignore

The Fact of 

Scars!! 

(No Other 

memory

could

Supplant.)

+

I'm still Here 

Facing 

The Void; 

While your 

Void 

(olde friend) 

Grows More 

Within. 

and 

I 

imagine 

you're more 

Paranoid. 

(Or hiding 

From Shadow Men.) 

Oh..

 I'm also 

Still 

A Misfit Toy! 

(also still 

commit

Old Sins.) 

+ 

If you 

(in other words) 

are what 

Morality Looks 

Like ,

I'll break every 

Mirror 

In This Godamned 

Place; 

and continue 

Pondering 

Life's Absurd. 

( till 

eventually 

Growing

My Own Face.) 

J.Stephen.H

The early riser.

 

The early riser.

+++++++++++++

Went to bed at 

3 ..

back up by 6;

Laughing Like 

A

Corpse who didn't

get

The Memo yet;

That... 

It's..

"None-o-clock

Somewhere"

(in me)

And lifes'

A bitch.

(By now 

the 

World 

should 

Be dead.)

And where 

is

Love?

Hanging from

Her 

Candy

Crucifix!

(that tastes

Like

Shit Within My

Head.)

The Lighthouse Giant

 The Giant 

stood 

guard by 

the 

Light-house;

as 

Gulls screamed

Murder

At 

The Sky.

Stars

Bled

From Heaven's

Mouth!

(and

Angels layed

down

Their Golden

Wings

To Die.)

 My mind hungers love, to eat the sunshine of your smile;

and see reborn that morning dove!

(My soul has not envisioned for a while.)

When midnight leaves me feeling

Heartless,

and

Moonlight seems a beggars myth.

Your eyes shall pull me from the

Darkness.

(and save me with a 

Kiss.)

+

Such a fickle thing as destiny

 Such Fickle 

Things as Destiny.

+++++++++++++

What's the matter

Dear heart?...

Have the walls bled 

out?

Are you...

Running out of 

symbols?

Last night I fed

My 

Tears to wolves of

Prey

Who forgot the taste

Of love.

(and puked their 

Bestial

Souls upon The Floor

Of

Yesterday.)

+

The clock is such 

A

Menace.

(It used to be 

My 

Friend.)

Every hour is 

A

Threat to Me now.

(which taunts me 

with

The End.)

+

What's the matter 

Dear Hate?

Do your eyes no 

Longer 

Bleed for me?

Feast your feeble

Mind

Upon the Hell I shall

Create!

Without one shred 

Of

Belief.

(in such fickle 

Things

As destiny.)

J.stephen.h

The bullseye ends with ME.

 Hope can be a dangerous

Thing

To feed starving souls for

Breakfast;

Especially when seasoned 

with

The Salt of Irony, and left on

A

Burner of Dark Thoughts for too Long.

Would you offer a Shadow 

mere

Pieces of itself?

(don't tell me Love is wrong.)

+

Follow me my sweet ...

Beyond

The Simple 

Bounds

of

Lusts Bullet- trajectory.

You've certainly hit your 

Mark

This Time.

(but the bullseye ends with 

Me)

to.be continued