hallucinations of truth

its not shadows contrasting against
glittering frost in pale moonlight
playing with the yellow beams
of a street lamp

its not the ghosts and hell hounds
you see in the graveyard
or the trips you take
after too many pills

its not metal clattering against flesh
in a physical dungeon
putrid with blood and sweat
and piss

snakes lurking in the grass
even in the dead of winter
demons slithering around every corner
even in the holiest church

tell me it isn't so
in this drunken break down
where you hold me
and I hold you

a revelation of things unspoken
a premiere of things unseen
with these rum laced secrets
on the tip of my tongue

swallow them, drink them
like never before
until you vomit your own vile ingredients
of who you are upon me

bask in the haunting light
of this moon and these dancing flames
the devil is alive
and he is me and you

its shapeless and terrifying
it is....

          .... TRUTH