Evil In the Night

Scary old ladies and murderous pheins. Is this reality or lucid dreams? Shadows plotting in the corner. I know their desire but she’s far too young to be a mourner. Alone, they’re watching I feel their glare. I’m scared, their steps I hear. Clench my needing hand O’ Lord. The unholy does dare. Supply meContinue reading “Evil In the Night”


Why still so much to proove? He smiles, plotting his next move. With one more sniff in the darkness I’m enlightened to your deceit. ‘sweet dreams are made of these’. she selling her moves. I’m accepting my defeat. It burns down the throat, delights in the bloodstream. Tonight, I yield to your dream. Trying toContinue reading “Cul-de-Sac”