As the day turned to night,
My windows began to crack.
I knew that it was outside,
And that it's out of whack.
I knew it wanted in,
To devourer me whole.
I was scared since I had known,
That it will too take my soul.
On the night that there was rain,
And lighting crossing the sky.
It came to my house,
In the blink of an eye.
It ripped down the fence,
And destroyed the fountain.
My dog dissapeared,
For it was eaten.
I tried to run,
I tried to hide.
But I soon found out,
That I was traped inside.
My stronghold made to protect,
Was used againts me.
It was a cage I built,
Not a sanctuary.
I had no hope for I knew,
It was a game of cat and mouse.
Sooner or later I would be caught,
In this damned madhouse.
The moment I saw it,
I had meet my end.
Under the dark sky,
And the rain that was send.
All I did was stare,
At that black monster.
It's eyes burned,
Burned with great fire.
I died right then and there,
And that is that.
I am just a spirit now,
Alone and forsakened like a rat.
So if you come by my old home,
On a dark and stormy night.
Leave before you share my fate,
And be forever trapped in twilight.
Entry 2: An ill-fated Journey
Jostled by the dark of swollen thunder
Rolling across plains of glass thread and froth
Crackling acrylic paints to my ignominious folly
Rains of my own making from clouded eyes
Mother Nature's breath is biting and blusterous
Father Time's haste cruel to worn bones and sinews
Muscle and tendon fail against raging hubris
The vessel to bear us hence at her brink
Watery crypts for those much braver than I
Frozen repose for the fools amongst jesters
Rancorous rapping upon my bolted door
Disturbs not the brush of inspired madness
The canvas of my attention swoons in the gales
An image of soft light and tranquil stars
Unconscious wishes escape from my fingertips
The greatest leveler raining ubiquitously in my cabin
The wet pain streaks and smears in the salt and storm
An apricot sunset flowing like gore and viscera to the planks
I breathe deep, fancying myself to be a fish of the arctic
And drift to the depths in lonely stillness
If only they, the heathen
Could be as beautiful as I
Entry 3: A Broken Heart
The Darkness is bitter And the cold is relentless
gnawing my flesh to the bone.
I don't know where I am
or where I'm going.
A bird of the night caws
out my name Dare I call back?
Dare I name her?
I scream that I am sorry
but it's too late.
My shovel clanks ominously
against a stray rock My hands sting with
the burn of new blisters.
I do not notice.
I think of Emily
I begin to sob
Her gorgeous body-
mangled by my own hands
It's not enough
I'm insatiable now
Like Eve, they must all pay for her sins.
Entry 4: A SONNET
It is the hour when she that loves to feed
Upon me through the falling rain descends,
The glossy blackness of her hair extends
In clust'ring tendrils 'round her deepest need:
The stars are hidden and I sleep -- I bleed --
I feel a thousand fears which hath no end --
For my cold nymph whose swampy vapours bend,
With all the fire of her ungentle deed.
What more of thee, Dark Lady, can I say,
My heart the cadence of the thunderstorm!
Thy taste of death like this -- wert thou the prey,
To join my dust in pale immortal form,
I hath no fear of aught save thine delay.
Entry 5: untitled
What secrets have you kept?
(I see your lips part, but I cannot believe it.)
I do not know how to react
There is a deep hole in my gut
I am lost, guilty, apathetic
I should be angry, I think.
When did you stop singing to me?
(I hear your song echo in the empty hall.)
I read to you on rainy days
When you are not around
My only hope being
That all is still and sound
Entry 6: The Secret Monster
As I lay awake at night
All curled up in my bed
I think of all I've ever done
And all I've ever said
I wonder what was wrong
I wonder what was right
I toss and turn and wonder
and worry through the night
Rain cuts through the starless sky
and pounds against my head
The guilty clambour for some trick
to pacify the dead
When morning comes again
My fear will wash away
But by and by the danger lurks
with the sinking of the day