Something's Coming

 
Like an new book the day closes quickly
as if darkness was in a hurry to get to work
twilight seems to me to be getting shorter
more mauves and many shades of purple
it looks foreboding like a menacing threat
instead of the once perfect time for lovers
There is no weather tonight it's on vacation
an eerie silence and calmness wraps around
internally and externally but it's not welcome
 
someone just slowly walked over my grave
and I haven't even begun to dig the hole it yet
Somebody said dig two graves
that will be one for me
the other one will be
for the souls of those
departed who wronged me
gonna need a bigger hole
 
the darkness forms around me like a cocoon
I start to tremble because I know what's coming
In my mind I fall to my knees
and prostrate myself naked face down
for me, it's called assuming the position
night time brings 'The Fuck', not just a mind one
demons avalanche in, piles and piles of them
each with its' own distinct torment or torture
they impersonate the bad people in the living
abuse both physical and mental then they remind
me, of all the bastards unfortunately still living
the nights torment will not be over quickly
it just never is
 
Fast forward dawn breaks like a dinner plate
this yellow dish scaring the darkness away
or so you'd think: There are day time demons too
most of them taking human form they're our friends
and family they're our doctors and therapists it's so
hard to recognise any that are still human beings
so there is little or no respite as the day shift start
your day with yet more torment and terror
 
it makes no real difference, light or dark
day or night; demons walk among us regardless
Larchemandrik servant of Lucifer is always near
he is the purveyor of loneliness and paranoia
the Lucifarian saint of sadness and skullfuckery
he is the destroyer of love and relationships
he will sneak up behind you, fuck you and its
always the case that you never recognise his  
presence you only get to suffer the consequences
of his unholy work:  
 
One of Lucifer's finest saints
he is relentless in his pursuit of misery and suicides
He turns people in on themselves making them
selfish and self absorbed, no one else matters
Hell is full of the self centered and self important
he gathers those up for hell as they leave a trail
of broken hearts and human debris in their wake
 
the day is as long as the night
they meld into one, be afraid of both
sleeping with the light on no longer creates safety
nothing in truth does: There are no safe spaces
deal with that
 
I no longer call the day, day or the night, night
it's just a 24 hour period of assuming the position
survival in neither guaranteed or even desirable
do-gooders is just another term for demons
doctors, therapists, men of the cloth and the like
they are there to bushwhack us all and keep us
always from life and true love
that is their only function despite
their advice and pretend assistance
none of them are to be trusted
and I mean none
 
I thank the god that doesn't exist
that my time here is almost over
I will take the demons I've got
any night and day of the week
in comparison to those that are to come
I pity my children's generation they will
feel the full brute force that is coming
against them and theirs
 
I won't be here to bare witness
I won't be here to help anyone
there will be no help
there will be no salvation
Love will die as it has for me
and it will not return
you can start weeping now