The Cat

The cat is lurking, waiting for me around every corner
As I twist and turn through the streets it is in every corner stalking and pondering my next move
"What does it want?" I calmly ask myself only to feel it's cold grimace over my shoulder

The Macabre Circus

The macabre circus for those who don’t know is a place that you only can get to with the feeling excessive dread and woe!
Strangers, monsters and lunatics assort meander the foundations baring smiles, frowns and appalling smirks.
Once you turn up here you cannot leave, it doesn't matter who you ask or what you believe.

The Deception of a Gilded Dream or a Reverie of Life Forevermore

Coveting comfort within a cement mask
Like an amazing tale influenced by a flask
The shaped denied within
Torment and tears
Labor for this sin
Why have you tormented me so
To see the one thing I want
And for it to go up into a memory I cannot know
Who is to say this cannot be real
Through a crazy man's eye
Every bump is a hill
A dream of a dream
A dream so real

Unsung Terror

The cold wind in my dream has stopped blowing
It has been replaced by a terror beyond knowing
Faces grinning made up of tattered flesh and rusted chains
The terror taunts me and holds me still
Is he going to kill me, or will he simply hurt me
I wish I had the cold wind blowing
Nothing is good about the fear of not knowing
Bloody teeth and shallow a scream, hide in the back of lovely things
This madness will not leave my dream
I try to wake but I can only scream

Epistle for Dirt

Woe to the slithering scum
Rottenly gorgeous in the midst of decrepitude
I am in the right place amid them
What is it in relation to filth that I adore most?
Perhaps the one of its kind grime that surrounds the fetid beauty of their insane flowering smiles
Possibly or perhaps I am plain and simply entitled to the given name dirt
Woe as I said and quiet is my gasp
I wrote this as a love epistle for the morbid
I read this aloud as a jest!
Come dance with me
Come dance with me on my necropolis nest