Shirukinn

     Monster She was gone and he felt nothing, I could see it in his eyes. Those empty eyes that stared onward, not looking at anything in particular but somehow haunting the room. His mouth was unbent and showed no desire to curve up or down in any expression of humanity. Looking into his face I could see that he was bored, bored and unmoved in a place like that. In this monumental moment how could anyone have the gall to be unmoved? How could anyone be bored? What kind of man could be at such an event and not react in the slightest? I gazed captivated by his emotionless eyes, obsessively searching for a flicker of pain or sorrow. This

  Pyrophilia Flowers of orange thought bloom In endless field of budding dreams A drop of glowing love Runs quickly into spreading streams Night falls on empty skyline Dark chills the country air A simple glow sits all alone Smoke begins to sent my hair What will be is rebirth of what was Something born of the ever-seen An aging sentinel smolders seductively Kerosene, kerosene, kerosene

Whiskey Woman and the Fool Decaying paradise looms above What once was will not be My Whiskey Woman does as she does As I lose my sanity Prosthetic thoughts clamber in my mind She doesn’t bat hypnotic eyes Subliminal truths warn in kind Hypodermic touch makes me taste the lies The fool smiles on as betrayal sits upon him She feeds him the propaganda kiss Allied nations sing black requiems False light touches, his fears dismiss So he shuts his eyes and ears to they Who dare speak ill of her Friends now foes stare in dark dismay As the fool gives all in to his Whiskey Woman’s allure      ~Coyote Brantley~

  Behind The Closet Door Night falls and shadows reach, shapes in the dark breeding nightmares, visions limited only by one's own mind. Thought it'self is deadly, one stray mental spark can ruin a restful night. Your own imagination is the enemy now as an unseen force sweeps over the room. Hidden claws slash at the windows as a flash of light teases you with a hint of vision, threatening to reveal the horrors that surround you. The floorboards creak and the very room shakes at the aproaching terror. You clench your teeth, teetering haphazardly on the razor edge of madness. The closet door swings silently open to welcome in a dark visi

To be what I was not born to be to see what I was not born to see Become the next one over god dowse my head in clover Feel the others thunder Strike my life asunder So I take what I cant have to hold Be whose life is shining gold Turn to blessing what was curse Far better than the worse Snip and cut what I want from you Sew and wear it, I'm born anew