Tuesday, June 29, 2010


Where is my peace tonight?
I'm desperate for a taste.
The shadows are drawing ever closer
and there is no light, no laughter ,
to drive back the demons that hide in the darkness.
Where is the heat to warm this chill?
Holes ripped through my soul,
like tangled flesh on a barbed wire fence,
letting in the cold, letting in the doubt.
Letting in the real that would strip away my sanity
So where is that sip of poison I crave
like the tingle of sweat on my tongue?
If there is no light to drive back the shadow,
then let me dance in the darkness.
Let me be one with the demons.