Fiends & Deadlines Pt. 2: Decrepit House

Written by Glenn McCrary & Jade Day


The night bloomed with seductive intentions
where no idea was bid and no heart unbroken.
The whisperings on of forever pierced my eyes
with unfathomable rapture.
At the forefront of my mind demons were cackling
As the echo of their twisted joy continued to chime
My surroundings had begun to come more into focus
And in that moment I wondered where the hell I was.
Somewhere outside burned books of Neverland,
and tornadoes, and Kansas homes, I turned to catch
a crow in it's flight above this endless dirt road on
which I stood.  The seamless transition of reality to fiction.
Everyone and everything.
Creatures disguised as humans
Blending in more perfectly than they should,
Dreams woven with looms again
so perfectly the disguised do bite.
So much so that the evening’s tease
has no surety but delight.