sarcastic

 
trying my hand with shadows
tying my wrists I bind letting my demons fly
sacred art to touch the immortal pine
 
interesting homage to the unseen that move among us
disturbing nor trespassing I observe
fleeting thought to look away
but the closer I look instead
 
creating mischief not to be mistaken for horror
This is a familiar game
the unseemly are family
and we play in jest
 
Sharpening our blades but not cutting too deep
Sarcasm drips sardonic rule
If you are too friendly, they won't think you're one their own
 
desiring a slice of filth
You bring your plate to table
You are admonished for asking for sustenance
from your dark breatheren
 
Famished, you pick up your fork
to have it snatched from you
dainty wrists don't hunt for themselves