In Between the Lines ((January 12th, 2011))

The empty lines
The empty spaces
Between your words
Between your writing
In between the lines
Everyone finds different words
How do you know which is witch?

The lines are blurred
Not white
Nor black
But grey
A creature creeps between these lines
Stalking none
Stalking all
Is it a warning of the fall?

There is a twisting
A wriggling worm
Deep inside your brain
Can't you feel it?
Maybe it's an idea
Maybe it's a dream
Or maybe it's a slimy thing.

The salt and pepper say hello
They turn and bow
Then walk away
Leaving Mrs. Dash alone
Congo and Somalia do the Samba
Across the Serengeti
To music all their own.

A deep dark shaft
Among the clouds and hills
It eats the light
In morbid silence
All across the eastern sky
Filling you with dread.

But now the shaft is horizontal
A black streak through your soul
Tearing through your heart
Your mind
Leaving you breathless and empty.

How does it feel?
To be empty inside
To want to cry
But being unable
To let your pain show.

Fill your mind with blatant lies
Of you and of others
Let them soak
Down to your soul
Where they fester and burn.
Can you feel them?
I think you can.

And sadly now
My tale must end.

But I know
We will meet again.