Fear...

                              All caged up

In a cage, full of rage
is this where i should be ?
Or roaming free, let me be me
paying debts to society

But if that rage got out of that cage
Then god only knows what will happen
So at this stage, stay in that cage
But people will start to gladden

So at this age, i got my cage
And my madness i will keep with me
So i could put my rage back in that cage
Or i could just let me be me

                        i'm sick of the fucking sight of you


Seeing you each and every day just makes me feel sick
I hate the fucking sight of you, you stupid fucking prick
Why don't you do us all a favour and go get yourself fucked
Infact why don't you go play with traffic and get hit by bus or truck
You know how much i hate you, you,ve known for quite a while
And don't give me any of your bullshit, your depressed and you can't smile
Cos i know the truth behind your lies, each and every one
Cos i've known you long enough, you know where you belong
I'm sick of the fucking sight of you and you i'd love to slaughter
And the only thing thats stopping me is being the father of your daughter

"If Death Be My Maiden"

The souls of the dead  
she wears like a robe  
they sweep the path in her wake  
the hour before dawn is her time  
dusk is always to late  
she calls me to her table  
and the bones we eat there  
are my own.  

Death is my maiden these days  
we sit on a park bench  
i speak of precious things  
she takes my fancy  
i breath in her air  
it smells of incense  
i touch her thigh  
cold to the touch  
do i dare?  

Death is my desire  
she steals my interest  
but its impossible to talk to her  
she cant hear a darn word i say.  
"Im deaf" she says.

"The Night Rod Sterling Appeared In My Bedroom"

(For Those who don't know rod sterling
was the creator of the cult Sci-fi series
The Twilight Zone
sometimes he appears in my bedroom)  

I awake from my slumber  
its the middle of the night  
cold sweat cascades in to my dry lips  
through sleepy eyes  
i make out a image in the corner of the bedroom  
a figure stands by the doorway  
wearing a black suit, white shirt well groomed  
smoking a cigarette  
this was the night rod sterling appeared in my bedroom.  
the light had dimmed to dark  
this room has become a womb  
Mr sterling leans over to whisper in my ear  
i sweat fear as the twilight zone theme music  
appeared from nowhere.  
his mouth opens,  
he begins to whisper his opening monologue  
"MEET MARCUS A MAN ALONE,  
HAVING BEEN RUDELY AWAKEN HE..."  
i jump from the bed grabbing my dressing gown  
i fall down the stairs straight down,  
like Alice in the rabbit hole.  

I fiddle with keys,  
i get to my car  
with rod sterling pursuing  
i probably wont get far.  
key in the ignition i drive as fast as i can  
i look in the rare view mirror  
rod sterling sits in the back seat  
casually smoking a cigarette he starts to speak  
"MEET MARCUS A MAN ALONE,  
HAVING BEEN RUDELY AWAKEN  
BY A SINISTER YET  
FAMILIAR STRANGER HE... "  
i put on the breaks my mission is clear  
i run to my girlfriends flat which is near  
i buzz the door with my shaking hand  
i look over my shoulder and see not 1 but 10  
rod sterling's heading in my direction.  

The door opens i run upstairs in to the open arms  
of my intended  
She says "what the matter, this better be good?"  
"rod sterling is following me,  
if he finishes his monologue  
im finished"  
She reply's  "have you been smoking?  
"Ive been asleep,dreaming about  
scissor people and furry rabbits" i said.  
We kiss and just like that everything is better.  
I look in to her eyes but they are her eyes no longer  
rod sterling stares back at me.  

My girlfriend has become rod sterling  
she has become well groomed, smoking a cigarette  
i run for the door,  but escape to where?  
i try the window it opens but outside lie a hundred  
rod sterling's camped outside he is everybody  
i put my fingers in my ears as they recite in unison  
"MEET MARCUS A MAN ALONE,  
HAVING BEEN RUDELY AWAKEN  
BY A SINISTER YET FAMILIAR STRANGER,  
MARCUS IS ABOUT TO DISCOVER  
THAT HE IS NEVER ALONE  
ON THE OUTSKIRTS OF THE TWILIGHT ZONE"  
I catch  my reflection but it is not my own  
i have become rod sterling well dressed,  
well groomed and smoking a cigarette.  

"My sweat had turned to fear,  
but there was no need to worry  
i am never alone, everyone is me,  
and i am everyone.  
My blood has boiled straight through the bone  
its what i had always suspected  
my life is a lost episode of the twilight zone"

might sound like bull to you
maybe it is.

i fear love.

i feel a pull to you but i know if you
really knew me
you'd see
you are above
such measly things.

such indeterminate feelings
not of love.

A Reoccurring Nightmare

An otherwise pristine scene
Turns into personal torment
I see it happen in a flash
He is taken under by a rogue wave
My pet, my companion
Struggles to keep his head right
Within inches of life he bobs beneath
But for him the end isn’t near
My husband leaps to his rescue
And my son follows his father’s example
Both my love and my life dive in
The murky depths swallow them all
I am left abandoned upon the shore
Breathing in a nightmare that upends my heart
And pierces my reality with a torturous boom
While they sink into the abyss of lonesome death
I stand agape with toes clawing the sand
Unbelieving the seconds that have strangled me whole
As if God played a wicked game and they the prize
I see my pet, my companion suddenly rise
From the white washed depths of salt and sea
He swims to me, he swims to me
It is then I can’t believe my eyes
As my son, my husband, my everything dies
Against the furry wet comfort and a wagging tail I cry
How in an instant everything is gone
I’m all alone as they sink below
Without a goodbye I kneel and mourn

Treasure Trolls

Running from them, haunting my dreams
hearing the echo's of my screams
searching for a place where I can hide
when with my fear I did collide.

Each one turned their little head
and saw their skin, pale as the dead
little lips that whispered lies
and empty space instead of eyes.

Their hair is colored in every shade
they know in my heart I am afraid
one by one their gems shine
have I truly lost my mind?

Am I here or am I dead?
why are their eyes not on their head?
is this how it must be
that they can't see
no one but me?

Thanks for creating this competition and awarding me as a winner BvbKatie :)Sorry about the late response my internet has been down for sometime. Hope all is well :D