Vengeance

A stranger loiters around in my head, Slashing its wrists with my shattered dreams, Bleeding malice over my pristine marble thoughts, Destroying the elusive texture of fake memories; Plastic-fantasies of innocence long ago voided. Vengeance swelling with the dawning of the fire-god, Scorching this maroon-blood-sheath, Flaking it towards an undergrowth of brilliance. Greasing this Machine of mechanical-flesh, Forcing the ink to fill poisoned-parchment-cysts, To secrete a savage beauty seen only by the Spiders. And there they sit...hungry-eyed with salival lust, Anticipating my escape not yet conceived. For now they must starve! And regurgitate my past evasion of reality, As I drain the essence of my imitation of being. The Blood-Fairy need not cry, My liquids are ever Hers to medicate the masses, My venomous assassin...my Cinnamon Spider, Grinding the bone-powder, Ready for re-creation through thoughts unblemished, Snorted from endless lines of insolence. 15 Sept 2005 (RSA)